noon
On the way up the walk to the chapel , he suffered an agony of remorse . He felt dimly that he had done his ideal an irreparable wrong . Nettie talked on , not minding his silence , looking up into his face in innocent glee , planning some new party or moonlit drive . All that morning he was too deep in thought to give attention to his classes , and at noon he avoided Nettie , and went home to think , but try as he might , something prevented him from getting hold of the real facts in the case . He was fond of Nettie . She stood near him , an embodied passion . His love for Miss Wilbur , which he had no idea of calling love , was a vague and massive feeling of adoration , entirely disassociated from the flesh .