noon
Yes , she was certain that he had been like that in those days also , though , perhaps , less strikingly so than now . She remembered , as well , that she had sometimes make jokes on the subject of his capriciousness , and had laid the responsibility at the door of his artistic temperament . Since then he had become a greater artist , and certainly more absent and irresponsible than ever . The chimes of noon rang out from many a spire , the wind grew higher and higher , dust flew into her eyes . She had a whole eternity before her , with which she did not know what to do . Why would n't he see her , then , until seven o'clock ? Unconsciously , she had reckoned on his spending the whole day with her .