midday
Was grey life already approaching nearer and nearer to her wonderful fairy world ? Her husband gave a slight cough ; he found it very cold up there . They went down from the tower , but when he wanted to take her back to the inn she resisted : `` No , not yet , not yet . That 's only the midday bell . '' The bell was ringing in Fischbach Chapel , that ancient little church with its slated roof , in whose tower the great red lantern was formerly hoisted to point out the safe harbour to the wanderer swimming in the wild sea of mists , and the bell rung unceasingly to save the man who had lost his way through his ear should his eye fail him . The bell rang out clear and penetrating in the solitude , the only sound in the vast stillness . `` How touching that sound is . ''