noon
Her head being unpillowed , her face was pink -- and pink , too , with wrath . Her blue-and-white frock was crumpled . She was kicking the rug with both heels . It was noon . And Miss Royle was having her dinner . Her face , usually so pale , was dark with anger -- held well in check . Her expression was that of one who had recently suffered a scare , and her faded eyes shifted here and there uneasily .