noon
It must be some bodily attraction , some imperious call to his flesh which he had mistaken for a far greater thing . Men , perhaps , are merely tricked by those longings of theirs which seem defiant of time , by those passionate tendernesses in which eternity seems breathing . All that they think they live by may be illusion . Mechanically , as the minutes drew on towards noon , he walked towards the Tekkeh of the Dervishes . Once he had come here to meet Cynthia Clarke , and now he had deliberately chosen the same place for the terrible interview with his wife . It could only be terrible . He did not know what he was going to do and say when she came -LRB- if she did come -RRB- , but he did know that somehow he would tell her the whole truth about himself , without , of course , mentioning the name of a woman .