noon
Faith in the logical inevitability of good had changed to certainty : it seemed to her , now , that faith was only an old coward afraid to face fact . She was looking at the world from her mountaintop that night ; it seemed to her that it could never be the same again for anyone in it , since she herself felt so different , so exalted . The next two days brought complications . When Louis , coming in at noon , all smelling of sunshine and wind and smoke , kneeled beside the bed for a moment and , peeping underneath the folded sheet at the pink , screwed-up face of his son , happened to touch her breast with his hand , she was bathed in a sea of pain . Later in the day Mrs. Twist said he would have to go to the township to get a feeding-bottle for the baby ; he was inclined to dispute the necessity for it , but he set off at once , for the child , fed with sugar and water in a spoon , kept up a dissatisfied wailing . Marcella forgot to be anxious about him , so completely had she sponged fear from her mind . When , at breakfast-time next morning , Jerry came in with the bottle , she guessed that Louis was washing off the dust of his swift travel before he came to see her .