noon
To Wogan 's thinking she needed much more than a postillion . She needed certainly a retinue of servants . He was not quite sure that she did not need a nurse , for she was a creature of an exquisite fragility , with the pouting face of a child , and the childishness was exaggerated by a great muslin bow she wore at her throat . Her pale hair , where it showed beneath her hood , was fine as silk and as glossy ; her eyes had the colour of an Italian sky at noon , and her cheeks the delicate tinge of a carnation . The many laces and ribbons , knotted about her dress in a manner most mysterious to Wogan , added to her gossamer appearance ; and , in a word , she seemed to him something too flowerlike for the world 's rough usage . `` I must have a postillion , '' she continued . `` Presently , madam , '' said the landlord , smiling with all a Tuscan peasant 's desire to please .