noon
`` Do n't want to , '' snapped Marcella . `` I 'm not a spider ! '' They anchored out in the stream in Sydney Harbour , going ashore in tenders . Marcella scanned the quay anxiously to find Louis , though Knollys told her that he would , most probably , be in by train to-morrow at noon . But she had an idea that he might have got through earlier , and hurried up to the General Post Office , which he had told her was his only address in the Colonies , to which his letters were sent . But it was a fruitless errand . Enquiry at the station told her that , as Knollys had said , the next train possible for Louis would be in at noon to-morrow .