About noon
-- and again in flight ! He stood with a very queer smile on his lips . This was more than he had bargained for ! About noon he set out on foot across Richmond Park , and as he went along , he thought : ` Richmond Park ! By Jove , it suits us Forsytes ! ' Not that Forsytes lived there -- nobody lived there save royalty , rangers , and the deer -- but in Richmond Park Nature was allowed to go so far and no further , putting up a brave show of being natural , seeming to say : ` Look at my instincts -- they are almost passions , very nearly out of hand , but not quite , of course ; the very hub of possession is to possess oneself . ' Yes !