noon sun
However , I said nothing and took a good look at Roger . He was wonderful . Why is it that married men lose their boyishness , and look smug and sleek and domesticated almost before the honeymoon is over ? Roger stood there with his hat in his hand and the hot noon sun shining on him . And he had n't changed a particle , except that his hair was grey over his ears and maybe a bit thinner . He was just as eager , just as boyish , just as lean as he 'd ever been . And positively he was handsomer than ever .