noon
`` To you , then , M'mselle , '' said Dominique , as one who accepts his fate ; `` to you , then , who will doubtless forget all that I shall tell you -- my master is not well ; he has terrible pain here ; he has a cough ; he is not well at all ; not well at all . '' A feeling of dismay seized on the girl . `` We were a caravan for all that night , '' Dominique resumed . `` In the morning by noon we ceased to be a caravan ; Signor Harz took a mule path ; he will be in Italy -- certainly in Italy . As for us , we stayed at San Martino , and my master went to bed . It was time ; I had much trouble with his clothes , his legs were swollen . In the afternoon came a signor of police , on horseback , red and hot ; I persuaded him that we were at Paneveggio , but as we were not , he came back angry -- Mon Die !