noon
And then remembering what she had written , it seemed as if the other woman must have written it -- the visionary woman , the woman she was making herself into day by day . John Storm had left home early on Monday morning . It was the last day of his tenancy of the clergy-house , and there was much to do at Soho . Toward noon he made his way to the church in Bishopsgate Street for the first time since he had left the Brotherhood . It was midday service , and the little place was full of business men with their quick , eyes and eager faces . The Superior preached , and the sermon was on the religious life . We were each composed of two beings , one temporal , the other eternal , one carnal , the other spiritual .