noon
They were constantly whispering to each other and smiling , and often they looked long at the Warder and measured him as a foeman . The next day was Wednesday . It rained in the morning , and the hearts of the four political prisoners went up at the steady down-pour . But the sun burnt through the clouds at noon , and the moor glistened under his beams all the rest of the day . `` Do n't fret , Duke , '' whispered Featherstone . `` Our day is coming ; we are young yet . '' The Duke bowed at the kind words , and he and Sydney smiled broadly at Geoffrey to show him that they were strong-hearted , just as they looked serious to make the Warder think they were working very hard indeed .