about noon
They never went out together . He would stay in bed late , while Wanda bought what they needed for the day 's meals ; lying on his back , hands clasped behind his head , recalling her face , the movements of her slim , rounded , supple figure , robing itself before his gaze ; feeling again the kiss she had left on his lips , the gleam of her soft eyes , so strangely dark in so fair a face . In a sort of trance he would lie till she came back . Then get up to breakfast about noon off things which she had cooked , drinking coffee . In the afternoon he would go out alone and walk for hours , any where , so long as it was East . To the East there was always suffering to be seen , always that which soothed him with the feeling that he and his troubles were only a tiny part of trouble ; that while so many other sorrowing and shadowy creatures lived he was not cut off . To go West was to encourage dejection .