noon
She had turned over towards him slightly , her cheeks flushed with sleep . One hand was thrown back over her head , and the sun caught and flashed the sparkle of jewels into his eyes , great glory-clear gems like drops of morning dew when the sun is new upon them , and the flash of the jewels told him once more what he had known before , that here was a daughter of another world than his . They seemed to hurt him as he looked , those costly gems , for they pierced to his heart and told him they were set on a wall of separation which might rise forever between her and himself . Then suddenly he came to himself and was the missionary again , with his senses all on the alert , and a keen realization that it was high noon and his patient was waking up . He must have slept himself although he thought he had been broad awake all the time . The hour had come for action and he must put aside the foolish thoughts that had crowded in when his weary brain was unable to cope with the cool facts of life . Of course all this was stuff and nonsense that he had been dreaming .