noon
Clarence , declaring that he would allow himself a cigar , instead of the usual pipe , to celebrate the restoration of domestic peace , soon led Emmeline into the garden . ` Heavens ! how hot it has been . Eighty-five in our office at noon -- eighty-five ! Fellows are discarding waistcoats and wearing what they call a cummerbund -- silk sash round the waist . I think I must follow the fashion . How should I look , do you think ? '