noon
The newspaper extract you spoke of was not there , and one of the sheets of the letter was missing . Piffling business , I call it , this interfering with private correspondence . Such was the last letter that Alan Drummond was ever to send to Dorothy Amhurst . SUMMER waned ; the evenings became chill , although the sun pretended at noon that its power was undiminished . Back to town from mountain and sea shore filtered the warm-weather idlers , but no more letters came from St. Petersburg to the hill by the Hudson . So far as our girls were concerned , a curtain of silence had fallen between Europe and America . The flat was now furnished , and the beginning of autumn saw it occupied by the two friends .