morning, noon
Dale was going downhill headlong to Gadarene catastrophe . He had no eyes or ears or thoughts for any one in the world but for a certain Lola Brandt , a brazen creature from a circus , the shape of whose limbs was the common knowledge of mankind from Dublin to Yokohama , and whose path by sea and land , from Yokohama to Dublin , was strewn with the bodies of her victims . With this man-eating tigress , declared Lady Kynnersley , was Dale infatuated . He scorched himself morning , noon , and night in her devastating presence . Had cut himself adrift from home , from society . Had left trailing about on his study table a jeweller 's bill for a diamond bracelet . Was committing follies that made my brain reel to hear .