noon
After they were a little more enlightened , they resorted to the Public Garden , where they admired the bridge , and the rock-work , and the statues . Bartley , who was already beginning to get up a taste for art , boldly stopped and praised the Venus , in the presence of the gardeners planting tulip-bulbs . They went sometimes to the Museum of Fine Arts , where they found a pleasure in the worst things which the best never afterwards gave them ; and where she became as hungry and tired as if it were the Vatican . They had a pride in taking books out of the Public Library , where they walked about on tiptoe with bated breath ; and they thought it a divine treat to hear the Great Organ play at noon . As they sat there in the Music Hall , and let the mighty instrument bellow over their strong young nerves , Bartley whispered Marcia the jokes he had heard about the organ ; and then , upon the wave of aristocratic sensation from this experience , they went out and dined at Copeland 's , or Weber 's , or Fera 's , or even at Parker 's : they had long since forsaken the humble restaurant with its doilies and its ponderous crockery , and they had so mastered the art of ordering that they could manage a dinner as cheaply at these finer places as anywhere , especially if Marcia pretended not to care much for her half of the portion , and connived at its transfer to Bartley 's plate . In his hours of leisure , they were so perpetually together that it became a joke with the men who knew them to say , when asked if Bartley were married , `` Very _ much _ married . '' It was not wholly their inseparableness that gave the impression of this extreme conjugality ; as I said , Marcia 's uneasiness when others interested Bartley in things alien to her made itself felt even by these men .