noon before
I saw that her mind was still running on divorce , but I did not reprove her now , for mine was turning in the same direction . Next morning most of the guests came to the hail door to see me off , and they gave me a shower of indulgent smiles as the motor-car moved away . Before going to my father 's house I went to the Bishop 's . Bishop 's Court is at the other side of the island , and it was noon before I drove under its tall elm trees , in which a vast concourse of crows seemed to be holding a sort of general congress . The Bishop was then at his luncheon , and after luncheon -LRB- so his liveried servant told me -RRB- he usually took a siesta . I have always thought it was unfortunate for my interview that it came between his food and his sleep . The little reception-room into which I was shown was luxuriously , not to say gorgeously , appointed , with easy chairs and sofas , a large portrait of the Pope , signed by the Holy Father himself , and a number of pictures of great people of all kinds -- dukes , marquises , lords , counts -- as well as photographs of fashionable ladies in low dress inscribed in several languages to `` My dear Father in God the Lord Bishop of Ellan . ''