noon
A shadow , gray and swift , passed over her face . Her eyes flashed one piteous look into Hyde 's eyes , and then closed forever . And while in the rainy , dreary London twilight Lady Capel was dying , Katherine was in the garden at Hyde Manor , watching the planting of seeds that were in a few weeks to be living things of beauty and sweetness . It had ceased raining at noon in Norfolk , and the gravel walks were perfectly dry , and the air full of the fragrance of innumerable violets . All the level land was wearing buttercups . Full of secrets , of fluttering wings , and building nests were the trees . In the apple-blooms the bees were humming , delirious with delight .