midday
Like an audible cry or the grasp of her hand drawing him to her , it went out from her , imperious , an appeal and a summons . Again she whispered his name ; but she heard it only as the repetition of a solace and a solution , was not aware of forces tapped in lower wells of being . After that she felt curiously calmed , her wild restlessness gone , her nightmare terrors assuaged . If she did not hear from Chrystie by midday she would call him up at his office and ask him to come to her . She seemed to have found in the thought of him not only a staff to uphold , but wisdom to guide . She drew the curtains and saw the first thin glimmering of dawn , pearl-faint in the sky , pearl-pale on the garden . The crystal trimmings of her bodice gave a responsive gleam , and looking down she was aware of her gala array .