midday
Enjoyable tears stood in her eyes . Drying them and looking round the dear scene , so that she might remember it , she saw that the grandfather clock marked it as half-past two . Now was the time that she must go for her walk . The children would be back at school , the men would be at work , and the women still busy cleaning up after their midday meal . She was afraid now to walk on the Yaverland lands for fear of finding Goodtart , the cattleman , standing quite still in some shadowed place where she would not see him till it was too late to avoid touching him as she passed , and turning on her those dung-brown eyes in which thoughts about her and her state swam like dead cats in a canal ; and though she desired to revisit the woods where she had walked with Harry , she had never gone there since that afternoon when Peacey had stepped out on her suddenly from behind one of the pillars of the belvedere . The marshes too she could not visit , for she could not now go so far . But there remained for her the wood across the lane , which ran from the glebe land opposite Yaverland 's End and stretched towards the village High Street .