Morning, noon
He was a man now , and capable of loving with supreme tenderness and strength . Yet he had seen no woman to whom he cared to pour out the first sweet draught of a man 's regard . But Doris must not go away , she could not . Morning , noon , and night he watched her . She prepared his father 's toast , she chatted with him and often coaxed him to taste this or that , for his appetite was slender . On sunny mornings they went to drive , or if not she brought her sewing and sat in the study , listened and discussed the subjects he loved , and was enthusiastic about the Boston that was to be , that they both saw with the eye of faith . While he took his siesta she ran up to Sudbury Street , or did an errand .