midday
The idiot fell upon the grass with a sort of gobbling cry . I thought it the prelude to a fit of some sort , and was stepping towards him , when he rose to his feet , waved me off and hurried away down the slope homewards . Here was food for reflection , which I mumbled in secret . A day or two afterwards I joined Camille at midday on the heights where he was pasturing his flocks . He had shifted his ground a little distance westwards , and I could not find him at once . At last I spied him , his back to a rock , his hand dabbled for coolness in a little runnel that trickled at his side . He looked up and greeted me with a smile .