noon
The gal said , ` Do you understand ? -- to-morrow . ' Then the swell chap , says he , ` Do you promise ? ' and the gal , she answers back , ` Yes , at noon . ' Then they parted . She went off to the Rue Hachette , and the masher tumbled into his wheelbox . The jarvey cracked his whip , and off they went in a brace of shakes .