midday
-- this scheme of marrying before he went . Was n't it a most natural thing to occur to him ? She tormented herself all the morning with the problem of his silence . Then -- as though in rebuke of her folly -- at midday came a messenger , a boy on a bicycle , with a letter . She took it up to her own room , and read it with fluttering breath -- laughing , yet with tears in her eyes . `` My Darling -- What an idiot I was last night ! This morning I have woke up to a brilliant idea -- why I did n't propose it to you yesterday I ca n't imagine !