noon
she faltered , avoiding the troubled , searching look in his eyes . `` Yes , '' he said , `` an impulse . I can call it by no other name . I should have taken a train that leaves New York at noon ; but I had a feeling this morning , which seemed almost like a presentiment , that I might be of some use to you . '' `` This morning ? '' She felt herself trembling , and she scarcely recognized Peter with such words on his lips . `` I am happy -- indeed I am .