noon
Maud did not know Mr. Wilbur Raymond , and yet that paragraph had sent the blood tingling through every vein in her body . For as she had indicated to Reggie , when the Wilbur Raymonds of this world return to their town residences , they bring with them their nephew and secretary , Geoffrey Raymond . And Geoffrey Raymond was the man Maud had loved ever since the day when she had met him in Wales . The sun that had shone so brightly on Belpher Castle at noon , when Maud and Reggie Byng set out on their journey , shone on the West-End of London with equal pleasantness at two o'clock . In Little Gooch Street all the children of all the small shopkeepers who support life in that backwater by selling each other vegetables and singing canaries were out and about playing curious games of their own invention . Cats washed themselves on doorsteps , preparatory to looking in for lunch at one of the numerous garbage cans which dotted the sidewalk . Waiters peered austerely from the windows of the two Italian restaurants which carry on the Lucretia Borgia tradition by means of one shilling and sixpenny _ table d'hôte _ luncheons .