midday
When ? To-morrow , before noon ? '' `` Yes , '' Bosio answered . `` By to-morrow at midday something will be decided . '' They shook hands and parted , Bosio turning eastward in the direction of his home . The priest absently tried to insert the key in the lock of the door , while his eyes followed his friend to the corner of the street . Then , as Bosio 's still graceful figure disappeared , he turned from the keyhole with a sigh , and let himself in .