Nearly noon
In the sky a single large cloud stretched itself in a dreamy torpor , too sluggish , apparently to move , while a brood of little clouds nestled and slept around it . From the window , the count 's ally watched them , among the plants and vines , pausing now and then ; their interest more in themselves than in the liveliest hues or forms that nature offered . He stood still , regarding his shadow on the path seriously . `` Nearly noon by the soldier 's dial ! '' he said . She pushed back the hair the wind had blown about her brow . `` My boat sails in an hour , '' he continued .