noon
Courage ! We must not have any mistress except painting . '' And content to have delivered this kindly consolation , he returned to the countess . At noon , the reception ended . López de Sosa and his wife reappeared in traveling costume ; he in a fox-skin overcoat , in spite of the heat , a leather cap and high leggings ; she in a long mackintosh that reached to her feet and a turban of thick veils that hid her face , like a fugitive from a harem . At the door , the groom 's latest acquisition was waiting for them -- an eighty horse-power car that he had bought for his wedding trip . They intended to spend the night some hundred miles away in a corner of old Castile , at an estate inherited from his father which he had never visited .