midday
He also made the waiter point out to him the Bowrings ' name on the board which held the names of the guests . Then he asked the way to Ravello , turned up his trousers round his ankles , and marched off at a swinging pace down the steep descent towards the beach , which he had to cross before climbing the hill to the old town . Nothing in his outward manner or appearance betrayed that he had been through a rather serious crisis on the preceding evening . That was what struck Clare Bowring when , to her dismay , he sat down beside her at the midday meal . She could not help glancing at him as he took his seat . His eyes were bright , his face , browned by the sun , was fresh and rested . There was not a line of care or thought on his forehead .