noon
I do n't believe it was just what I needed , after all . '' He smiled with a new , indescribable sweetness and weariness . `` I think I could sleep , now , '' he said . At noon Stanwood was quite himself again ; himself and more , he thought , with some surprise . He would not have owned that it was a sense of victory that had put new life into his veins . Victory over a vulgar passion must partake somewhat of the vulgarity of the passion itself . No , Stanwood was not the man to glory in such a conquest .