noon Monday
Your friends here will see to everything for you . I have to go now . '' He crossed the room and laid his hand for a moment on the brow of the dead man , renewing in his heart the promise he had made . Then , with a hurried word to Mrs. Whiting that he would be back before noon Monday , he went out to where Arsene and his horses were stamping in the snow . The little man had replaced the broken trace , and the ponies , fretting with the cold and eager to get home , took hungrily to the trail . But the Bishop forgot to practise his French further upon Arsene . He told him briefly what had happened , then lapsed into silence .