midday
`` I will do exactly as you wish , dear , '' she said , glad to offer an early proof of her great affection . Dalton kissed her rapturously , in unceasing wonderment at her condescension in loving one so utterly unworthy . He seemed unable to grasp the truth , and kept asking her repeatedly for assurances . The heat of the sun 's rays now penetrating their shadowed retreat and striking down upon her bared head , awakened Honor to a sense of time and the realisation that it was midday . `` When shall I hold you in my arms again ? '' he asked before finally releasing her . `` The question is , where ?