noon
I thought I should have choked . Lying there with Martin at arm 's length of me , I was afraid of myself , and did not know what I might do next . But at last , with a great effort to control myself , I took his hand and kissed it , and then turned my face to the wall . That was the beginning of the end , and when , next day towards noon , my husband came with drowsy eyes to make a kind of ungracious apology , saying he supposed the doctor had been sent for , I said : `` James , I want you to take me home . '' `` Home ? You mean ... Castle Raa ? '' `` Y-es . ''