noon
But there is no pietist like your reformed rake ; so Falve left the huckster 's shop vowing vengeance . The day was July 18 , and all the town astir , for Galors de Born and his riders were just in from a raid . On July 14 Prosper left Wanmeeting at a gallop , in the driving rain . There had been thunder and a change in the weather ; the roads were heavy and the brooks brimming ; but by noon he was in the plain , and by night at One Ash , a lonely dead tree as often gallows as not . There he slept in his cloak . Next morning he was early in the saddle , and had reached the fringe of Goltres Heath by breakfast time -- if the hour without the thing can be called by such a comfortable name . He knew there was a cross-road somewhere near by from Goltres to Hauterive Town .