Monday noon
He shelved this one , too . What was the matter with him , that he felt so played out ? Suddenly he shivered and was chilled to the marrow , and he pulled the sheet up under his chin and went to sleep in the absorbed contemplation of each minute bodily misery . Monday noon found them lunching together in the tea room . Joe spoke very distantly and formally to Mary Louise when once she came in , looked around at the tables , and then disappeared in the mysterious regions behind . Tuesday night they went on a moonlight picnic on a large river steamer and got back at half-past one . There had been a blissful hour of drifting black shadows , of gleaming ripples , and the heavy sonorous exhaust of benign boilers , spent on the topmost step of the pilot-house stairs , with a moon that dipped and swam in a turgid sea of drifting clouds .