sun at noon
The red-brown bricks of the wall glowed with all the October tints of strong ruby and tawny wines . The sun seemed to set each object alight with a different coloured flame , like a man lighting fireworks ; and even Innocent 's hair , which was of a rather colourless fairness , seemed to have a flame of pagan gold on it as he strode across the lawn towards the one tall ridge of rockery . `` What would be the good of gold , '' he was saying , `` if it did not glitter ? Why should we care for a black sovereign any more than for a black sun at noon ? A black button would do just as well . Do n't you see that everything in this garden looks like a jewel ? And will you kindly tell me what the deuce is the good of a jewel except that it looks like a jewel ?