noon
And yet she seemed to think it was both of these when , resting against him , within the circle of his arm , still shy and silent under the breathless poignancy of an emotion which ever seemed to sound within her depths unsuspected . But when he said that she had made a new and completely different man of him , she remembered his low-voiced when that change impended as he held her by her wrists a moment , then dropped them . He had said , half to himself : `` You should have let me alone ! '' Sometimes at noon she remembered this when they went out for luncheon realizing they would never have been seated together in a restaurant had she not satisfied her curiosity . She should have let him alone ; she knew that . She tried to wish that she had -- tried to regret everything , anything ; and could not , even when within her the faint sense of alarm awoke amid the softly unchangeable unreality of these last six weeks of spring . Was this then really love ?