midday
Arabella , like some other nurses , thought that your duty towards your invalid was to pacify him by any means short of really acting upon his fancies . He never said another word to her about his wish or his conjecture . A silent , undiscerned resolve grew up in him , which gave him , if not strength , stability and calm . One midday when , after an absence of two hours , she came into the room , she beheld the chair empty . Down she flopped on the bed , and sitting , meditated . `` Now where the devil is my man gone to ! '' she said .