midday
`` I was just thinking of something . Sleep well ; and do n't get up in the morning . '' Then she left her to a spoonful of soup , a little _ volaille _ , a custard , some fruit , her spiritual book and contentment . Downstairs she dined alone in the green-hung dining-room ; and she revolved for the twentieth time the thoughts that had been continuously with her since midday , moving before her like a kaleidoscope , incessantly changing their relations , their shapes , and their suggestions . These tended to form themselves into two main alternative classes . Either Mr. Cathcart was a harmless fanatic , or he was unusually sharp . But these again had almost endless subdivisions , for at present she had no idea of what was really in his mind -- as to what his hints meant .