midday
All day she had been haunted by the memory of the sailor 's hornpipe , Gethin 's flashing eyes , his handsome person , his supple limbs ! She tried to banish the vision and to turn her thoughts to Will , but found it impossible ! and she went about her work in a dream of happiness , unwillingly recalling every word that Gethin had spoken , every hidden compliment , and every look of tenderness . She avoided him when he returned from the fields at midday , she trembled and blushed at the sound of his name , and when he came home in the evening to his supper she feigned some excuse and was absent from the evening meal ; but when at last Will 's return was despaired of , and Morva took her way round the Cribserth towards home , Gethin , no longer to be baulked , followed her with rapid steps , and caught her up just as she turned the rugged edge of the ridge . `` Morva ! '' he called , and she turned at once and stood facing him in the light of the full moon . She bent her head a little and let her arms fall at her sides , standing like a culprit before his accuser .