midday
Very well , I will try . '' `` Thank you , Beatrice carissima , '' answered her mother with a sigh and a gentle smile . `` It will make life so much easier . '' Again there was a long silence , and Beatrice sat motionless in her chair , debating whether she should wait where she was until San Miniato came , as he was sure to do before long , or whether she should go to her room and write a letter to some intimate friend , which would of course never be sent , or , lastly , whether she should not take Teresina and go down to her bath in the sea before the midday breakfast . While she was still hesitating , San Miniato arrived . There was something peculiarly irritating to her in his appearance on that morning . He was arrayed in perfectly new clothes of light gray , which fitted him admirably .