noon
`` You 've only time to make your train if you hurry , '' warned the voice . For a moment Blair did not answer . Then he said : `` I have decided not to go . '' It was late next morning , almost noon in fact , when Florence Baker awoke ; and even then she did not at once rise . A physical listlessness , very unusual to her , lay upon her like a weight . A year ago , by this time of day , she would have been ravenously hungry ; but now she had a feeling that she could not have taken a mouthful of food had her life depended on it . The room , although it faced the west and was well ventilated , seemed hot and depressing .