midday
The miraculous shower was over . Men walked abroad and recognized their beloved Nepenthe once more . It glowed in the tenderest hues . The events of morning and midday were like a bad dream . Everything sparkled with unaccustomed brilliance ; the land was refreshed -- swept clean ; the sea alone remained discoloured to a dingy brown . Truly , as the Commissioner -- once more a sound Protestant -- remarked in later years : `` The old rotter came up to the scratch that time . '' So clear and pleasant was the air that it seemed as if the wind had actually veered to the north .