About noon
Hours flew by , and still he worked . He received Syama 's call to breakfast ; returning from the meal , always the simplest of the day with him , he resumed the problem . Either he was prodigiously intent on a scheme in mind , or he was occupying himself diligently in order to forget himself . About noon he was interrupted . `` My father . '' Recognizing the voice , he pushed the proofs of labor from him almost to the other side of the table , turned in his seat , and replied , his face suffused with pleasure : `` Thou enemy to labor ! Did not some one tell thee of what I have on hand , and how I am working to finish it in time to take the water with thee this afternoon ?