the midday sun
He said to himself that he had never been in love before . Vere wore a white dress . She had no hat on , but held rather carelessly over her small , dark head a red parasol . It was evident that she was not afraid even of the midday sun . That new look in her face , soft womanhood at the windows gazing at a world more fully , if more sadly , understood , fascinated him , sent the blood up to his head . There was a great change in her . To-day she knew what before she had not known .