noon
And yet , for all his acuteness , how little did he dream , that I knew , by experience , what love is , better , far better , than himself . He knew that I deceived him , but did not know , how far . And after all , what shadow of a right has he , to claim my affection for himself ? But now he has had his turn , and all that I could give him : and now , then , it is my turn , and it is time , and it is noon . And then , all at once , Babhru , and everything concerning him , vanished clean out of her mind . And strange ! she changed , as if by magic , in an instant , into another woman .