noon
Though she was not conscious of it , there was relief in eating breakfast without Anthony 's tired and worried face opposite her . Now that she was alone she lost all desire to complain about the food . She would change her breakfasts , she thought -- have a lemonade and a tomato sandwich instead of the sempiternal bacon and eggs and toast . Nevertheless , at noon when she had called up several of her acquaintances , including the martial Muriel , and found each one engaged for lunch , she gave way to a quiet pity for herself and her loneliness . Curled on the bed with pencil and paper she wrote Anthony another letter . Late in the afternoon arrived a special delivery , mailed from some small New Jersey town , and the familiarity of the phrasing , the almost audible undertone of worry and discontent , were so familiar that they comforted her . Who knew ?