noon
` But you can name the earliest day ? ' ` I can not now . We had better be going from here , I think . ' The Cathedral was filling with shadows , and cold breathings came round the piers , for it was November , when night very soon succeeds noon in spots where noon is sobered to the pallor of eve . But the service was not yet over , and before quite leaving the building Ethelberta cast one other glance towards the organ and thought of him behind it . At this moment her attention was arrested by the form of her sister Picotee , who came in at the north door , closed the lobby-wicket softly , and went lightly forward to the choir . When within a few yards of it she paused by a pillar , and lingered there looking up at the organ as Ethelberta had done .