noon
`` Still , my looks condemn me ! The pale face of that dead girl is looking at me out of mine ! Bigot , if he sees me , will not fail to read the secret in my looks . '' She glanced at the clock : the morning was far advanced towards noon ; visitors might soon arrive , Bigot himself might come , she dare not deny herself to him . She would deny herself to no one to-day ! She would go everywhere and see everybody , and show the world , if talk of it should arise , that she was wholly innocent of that girl 's blood . She would wear her brightest looks , her gayest robe , her hat and feathers , the newest from Paris .