midday
Clearly , she thought , he must have supposed that she was still sleeping , and he had gone to his painting without any further thought of her . Again she smiled , and a line of delicate cruelty was faintly shadowed about her lips . She left the house and walked in the direction of the Palazzetto . Reanda always came home to the midday breakfast , and it was nearly time for him to be on his way . Gloria knew every turning which he would take , and she hoped to meet him . Her eyes flashed in anticipation of the contest , and she felt that he would not be able to meet them . They would be too bright for him .