noon on Monday
They are like a city carved by giants out of eternal ice , a city which lieth four-square . We watched while peak after peak faded into cold greyness ; until Kangchenjunga towered , alone , rose-red into the heavens , sublime in its `` valorous isolation . '' Then the light left it too , and we turned and came down from the Hill of God . We left for Calcutta at noon on Monday , and I had a thoroughly over-eaten , uncomfortable day , all owing to Boggley 's forethought . He said as we began breakfast about nine o'clock : `` Now eat a good breakfast , for we shall have to leave before lunch , and no man knows when we shall get another meal . '' It seemed good common-sense , so I ate an egg and two pieces of toast after I had really finished . That was all very well , but the hotel people thoughtfully provided us with a substantial luncheon before we left .