the midday sun
`` He is n't the man he was when I first knew him . '' `` I like him because he 's the man he is . '' She turned quickly at the sound of a deep , husky voice . Mr. Trew , on the mat , opened his arms at sight of her , and beamed with a face that was like the midday sun ; she took his sleeve and pulled him to the pavement . `` At five minutes to five , '' she whispered urgently , `` you 're going to take me for a walk in Hyde Park . '' `` At four fifty-five to the minute , '' he agreed . `` What 's the game , may I kindly ask ? ''