July noon
I can see you ! '' it said , and fell back into the faithful arms and upon the faithful breast . And so Druse , not having lived and died in vain , passed away forever from the Vere De Vere . I stood one July noon on the platform of the desolate station at Wauchittic , the sole passenger waiting for the stage . The heat was quivering in the air . I watched the departing train , whirling like a little black ball down the narrow yellow road , cut between the green fields , and was vaguely glad that I was not going to the end of the Island on it . This was somewhere near the middle , and it was quite far enough from civilization .