noon
A step sounded in the hall , and Louise entered the dining room , clad all in white with the exception of a closely fitting yellow hat . After a moment Victorine , a girl small for her age , with a petulant satiated expression , followed . `` It 's a shame , '' Louise observed , `` that with Morice and his wife in the cottage you have to breakfast alone . I suppose all those theatrical people get up at noon . '' `` Not quite , '' Rosalie told her from the doorway . Louise made no reply other than elevating her brows . Victorine looked at the other with an exact mirroring of her mother 's disdain .