NOON
Let us go back to Joe 's own blurred first thought of her and be content with that ! She was to pass him -- so he thought -- and as she drew nearer , his breath came faster . `` REMEMBER ! ACROSS MAIN STREET BRIDGE AT NOON ! '' Was THIS the fay of whom the voice had warned him ? With that , there befell him the mystery of last night . He did not remember , but it was as if he lived again , dimly , the highest hour of happiness in a life a thousand years ago ; perfume and music , roses , nightingales and plucked harp-strings .