noon
He hid his face against her whilst the twilight fell , whilst she lay staring out with her unseeing dark eyes , as if she wandered forth untrammelled in the vagueness . The vagueness gave her scope and set her free . To him , turned towards her heart-pulse , all was very still and very warm and very close , like noon-tide . He was glad to know this warm , full noon . It ripened him and took away his responsibility , some of his conscience . They got up when it was quite dark . She hastily twisted her hair into a knot , and was dressed in a twinkling .