noon
She had , in a finer sense , no manners , and to be concerned with her in any retrospect was -- since their discourse was of losses -- to feel the dignity of history incur the very gravest . It was true that such fantasies , or that any shade of inward irony , would be Greek to Mrs. Folliott . It was also true , however , and not much more strange , when she had presently the comparatively happy thought of `` Lunch with _ us _ , you poor dear ! '' and mentioned three or four of her `` crowd '' -- a new crowd , rather , for her , all great Sunday lunchers there and immense fun , who would in a moment be turning up -- that this seemed to him as easy as anything else ; so that after a little , deeper in the jungle and while , under the temperature as of high noon , with the crowd complete and `` ordering , '' he wiped the perspiration from his brow , he felt he was letting himself go . He did that certainly to the extent of leaving far behind any question of Mrs. Folliott 's manners . They did n't matter there -- nobody 's did ; and if she ceased to lament her ten thousand it was only because , among higher voices , she could n't make herself heard . Poor Blood-good did n't have a show , as they might have said , did n't get through at any point ; the crowd was so new that -- there either having been no hue and cry for him , or having been too many others , for other absconders , in the intervals -- they had never so much as heard of him and would have no more of Mrs. Folliott 's true inwardness , on that subject at least , than she had lately cared to have of Monteith 's .