noon
Despite their rides , their moments of intercourse in the hotel , on the verandah , she scarcely felt more intimate with him than she had at first . Sometimes indeed she thought that she felt less so , that the moment when the train ran out of the tunnel into the blue country was the moment in which they had been nearest to each other since they trod the verges of each other 's lives . She had never definitely said to herself : `` Do I like him or dislike him ? '' Now , as she sat with Count Anteoni watching the noon , the half-drowsy , half-imaginative expression had gone out of her face . She looked rather rigid , rather formidable . Androvsky and Count Anteoni had never met . The Count had seen Androvsky in the distance from his garden more than once , but Androvsky had not seen him .