midday
BLESSED ARE THE PURE IN HEART , FOR THEY SHALL SEE GOD -- even the hidden god in their neighbour 's breast ! Selden was in the state of impassioned self-absorption that the first surrender to love produces . His craving was for the companionship of one whose point of view should justify his own , who should confirm , by deliberate observation , the truth to which his intuitions had leaped . He could not wait for the midday recess , but seized a moment 's leisure in court to scribble his telegram to Gerty Farish . Reaching town , he was driven direct to his club , where he hoped a note from Miss Bart might await him . But his box contained only a line of rapturous assent from Gerty , and he was turning away disappointed when he was hailed by a voice from the smoking room . `` Hallo , Lawrence !