midday
Honora kissed it and slipped it on her finger , where it sparkled . The letter was beneath her gown , though she knew it by heart . Chiltern had gone at last : he could not , he said , remain in Newport and not see her . At midday she made but the pretence of a meal . It was not until afterwards , in wandering through the lower rooms of this house , become so dear to her , that agitation seized her , and a desire to weep . What was she leaving so precipitately ? and whither going ?