midday
Again with mind confused , Basil went to his cell , and sat there head on hand , trying to recover the mood , the thoughts , with which he had risen this morning . But everything was changed . He could no longer think of the past ; the future called to him , and its voice was like that of the Gothic trumpet , stirring his blood , urging him to activity . At midday some one knocked , and there entered Deodatus . ` Where is Felix ? ' was Basil 's first question . Felix was gone , but only to the town at the foot of the mountain , where he and two of his fellows would abide until their master left the monastery .