About noon
All day , therefore , I must refrain myself and be silent . And I am never one for brooding with private dumbness over my woes . I much prefer to air them by expression and complaint . About noon it strikes me that , _ faute de mieux _ , I will go and see Mrs. Huntley , tell her _ suddenly _ that Roger is not coming back , and see if she looks vexed or confused or grieved . Accordingly , soon after luncheon , I set off in the pony-carriage . It is a quiet sultry-looking unclouded day . One uniform livery of mist clothes sky and earth , dimming the glories of the dying leaves , and making them look dull and sodden .