noon
What has happened ? What is it ? There seems to be a Cassandra atmosphere about the place -- and so early in the day , too . '' `` It is full noon -- and past , '' he said , with acute meaning , as her daintily shod feet met the floor of the hallway and glided towards him . How often he had admired that pretty flitting of her feet ! As he looked at her he was conscious , with a new force , of the wonder of that hair on a little head as queenly as ever was given to the modern world . And her face , albeit pale , and with a strange tremulousness in it now , was like that of some fairy dame painted by Greuze .