about noon
`` Not this evening . I only wanted to speak to you . I suppose I 'd better go down to the office to-morrow and talk to Mr. Burden , had n't I ? '' `` Come about noon , and I 'll tell him to expect you . Well , if you ai n't coming in , I reckon I 'll close this door . '' Looking up a minute later from the pavement Oliver saw his aunt rocking slowly back and forth at the window of her room , and the remembrance of her fell like a blight over his happiness . By the time he reached High Street a wind had risen beyond the hill near the river , and the scattered papers on the pavement fled like grey wings before him into the darkness .