noon
`` Going up today ? '' he asked . `` I 'll see you get berths on the train . '' We little realized at the moment the extent of that consideration ; but understanding dawned fifteen minutes before high noon when we strolled to the station behind a string of porters carrying our luggage . Courtney was there to see us off , and he looked worried . `` I 'm wondering whether you 'll ever get your luggage through , '' he said with a sort of feminine solicitude . It was strange to hear the hero of one 's school-days , mighty hunter and fearless leader of forlorn campaigns , actually troubled about whether we could catch our train .