noon
This morning my canvas child was a landscape . This afternoon it was an inglorious smudge . It is now on its way back to the landscape condition , and will have revived all its glories by to-morrow . It was noon when I rang my bell . ` Madame , ' I said to my landlady , in my cheerful Italian manner , ` will you again extend to me your courtesy ? ' My landlady is not an educated woman , but she is a good creature , and has a delicate and refined susceptibility . She recognises in me a gentleman .