noon
-- When she had had a good cry on Clerambault 's neck , she helped him to dress , then she bathed his cheek with arnica , and carried off his clothes to brush them . At table her eyes dwelt on him with the old affectionate care , while he tried to calm her fears by talking of familiar things . To be alone together without the children took them back to the old days , the early times of their marriage . And the memory had a sad , quiet sweetness -- as the evening angelus spreads through the growing gloom a last softened glory from the angelus of noon . About ten o'clock the bell rang , and Moreau came in with his friend Gillot . They had read the evening papers which gave an account of the incident -- from their point of view ; some spoke of the `` spontaneous '' indignation of the crowd and approved of the rebuke inflicted by popular contempt . Others , and they were the more serious sheets , deprecated lynch law in the public streets , as a matter of principle , but blamed the weakness of the authorities , who were afraid to throw light on all the facts .