noon
Dr. Upround 's house stood well , as rectories generally contrive to do . No place in Flamborough parish could hope to swindle the wind of its vested right , or to embezzle much treasure of the sun , but the parsonage made a good effort to do both , and sometimes for three days together got the credit of succeeding . And the dwellers therein , who felt the edge of the difference outside their own walls , not only said but thoroughly believed that they lived in a little Goshen . For the house was well settled in a wrinkle of the hill expanding southward , and encouraging the noon . From the windows a pleasant glimpse might be obtained of the broad and tranquil anchorage , peopled with white or black , according as the sails went up or down ; for the rectory stood to the southward of the point , as the rest of Flamborough surely must have stood , if built by any other race than armadillos . But to see all those vessels , and be sure what they were doing , the proper place was a little snug `` gazebo , '' chosen and made by the doctor himself , near the crest of the gully he inhabited . Here upon a genial summer day -- when it came , as it sometimes dared to do -- was the finest little nook upon the Yorkshire coast for watching what Virgil calls `` the sail-winged sea . ''