noon
It was but slight . A pellet or two had grazed my arm and ploughed their way along the thickness of the skin , but none had entered deeply . So I wrapped my arm in a little lint and some old linen , and went to bed . I did not again see the Countess till noon on the morrow , when her carriage was at the door and she tripped down the steps to enter . The Count stood by it , holding the door for her to enter -- I midway down the broad flight of steps . `` Good-bye , '' she said , holding out her hand , from which she deftly drew the glove . `` We shall meet again . ''