midday
He was no common Student , he was a man with a Secret Life . To part from her on Monday near South Kensington station and go up Exhibition Road among all the fellows who lived in sordid , lonely lodgings and were boys to his day-old experience ! To neglect one 's work and sit back and dream of meeting again ! To slip off to the shady churchyard behind the Oratory when , or even a little before , the midday bell woke the great staircase to activity , and to meet a smiling face and hear a soft , voice saying sweet foolish things ! And after four another meeting and the walk home -- their own home . No little form now went from him and flitted past a gas lamp down a foggy vista , taking his desire with her . Never more was that to be .