nearly midday
I was weary ; though still full of the story I had just read . Somehow , as I rolled into my blankets , there crept into my mind a memory of the old gardens , as we had seen them . I remembered the odd fear that the place had conjured up in our hearts ; and it grew upon me , with conviction , that Tonnison was right . It was very late when we rose -- nearly midday ; for the greater part of the night had been spent in reading the MS. Tonnison was grumpy , and I felt out of sorts . It was a somewhat dismal day , and there was a touch of chilliness in the air . There was no mention of going out fishing on either of our parts . We got dinner , and , after that , just sat and smoked in silence .