the midday sun
She appeared to see the pathos of it instead of the humour . Suddenly , in the middle of a particularly funny story about Aunt Judith , she interrupted him and changed the conversation entirely . She did not again refer to his home life . As they were returning in the full glare of the midday sun , they descried in front of them the figure of an old man ; he was walking painfully and making poor progress . Carefully dressed in black broadcloth , he wore a soft felt hat of a shape seldom seen in England . `` I believe , '' said Hilda , as they approached him , `` that is Signor Bruno . Yes , it is .