noon
The words that Reinhold had then spoken rang again in his ears , -- `` Honest contention for the same prize , without any malicious reserve , ought to unite true friends and knit their hearts still closer together , instead of setting them at variance . There should never be any place in noble minds for petty envy or malicious hatred . '' `` Yes , '' exclaimed Frederick aloud , `` yes , friend of my heart , I will appeal to you without any reserve , you yourself shall tell me if all hope for me is lost . '' It was approaching noon when Frederick tapped at Reinhold 's door . As all remained still within , he pushed open the door , which was not locked as usual , and went in . But the moment he did so he stood rooted to the spot . Upon an easel , the glorious rays of the morning sun falling upon it , was a splendid picture , Rose in all the pride of her beauty and charms , and life size .