noon
He took the occasion to have a look at the panels , which he had not before seen , the tapestries , which were not tapestries , but paintings on rep. He remembered -- the Fountain of Love , not Biblical . The fountain , surely enough , spouted from a marble dolphin squeezed in the chubby arms of a marble Love , and was four times repeated , at different hours of the day and seasons of the year . In spring , at dawn , a maiden filled her cup at it . At noon , in summer , the same maiden and a youth drank from it with cheeks close together . In autumn , at sunset , the maiden , sadder of countenance , stared at the fountain , visibly wrapped in memories . In winter the fountain stood solitary and frozen , Cupid had a hood of snow , the purplish twilight landscape was drowned in melancholy . Gerald 's mind made an excursion from the things before him to the studio where those facile works of art had been produced .