midday
Bryda put out her little hand , and the Squire took it , bowed over it , raised it to his lips , and then said , -- ` If I keep this hand your grandfather shall keep the money . ' ` But I do not promise , sir -- mind , I do not promise . I only crave for delay -- understand me , sir . ' ` I do understand , ' was the reply , and then there were steps along the pavement of the square , as the apprentice hurried home for his midday meal in the kitchen . Bryda reached the door at the same moment , but Chatterton made no remark . He was in one of his unquiet moods . No news from Horace Walpole -- no reply to his repeated demands for his manuscripts -- nothing but complaints of him at the office -- nothing but indignities in the house where he lived as a servant .