Noon
I knew that Berlyng could not come . He nodded , and I think he said , `` God bless you . '' `` I want to put something right , '' he said , after an effort ; `` I 've been a blackguard . '' I waited a little in case Noon wished to repose some confidence in me . Things are so seldom put right that it is wise to facilitate such intentions . But it appeared obvious that what Noon had to say could only be said to Berlyng . They had , it subsequently transpired , not been on speaking terms for some months .