noon
But he always consoled himself with the cheering reflection that he had had to come -- there was no other way half so good . So _ The Aloha _ continued to plow her way as serenely as if she were heading toward the white cliffs of Dover and trim villas and a custom-house . And the sea lay a blue , uninhabited glory save as land that Barnay knew about marked low blades of smoke on the horizon and slipped back into blue sheaths . This was the evening of the seventh day , and that noon Jarvo had looked despondent , and Barnay had sworn strange oaths , and St. George had been disquieted . He stood up now , going vaguely down into his coat pockets for his pipe , his erect figure thrown in relief against the hurrying purple . St. George was good to look at , and Amory , with the moonlight catching the glass of his pince-nez , smoked and watched him , shrewdly pondering upon exactly how much anxiety for the success of the enterprise was occupying the breast of his friend and how much of an emotion a good bit stronger . Amory himself was not in love , but there existed between him and all who were a special kinship , like that between a lover of music and a musician .