midday
I talked the thing over with Peter , and he agreed that we were fairly up against it . We decided to go to Kuprasso 's that afternoon , and to trust to luck for the rest . It would n't do to wander about the streets , so we sat tight in our room all morning , and swopped old hunting yarns to keep our minds from the beastly present . We got some food at midday -- cold mutton and the same cheese , and finished our whisky . Then I paid the bill , for I did n't dare to stay there another night . About half-past three we went into the street , without the foggiest notion where we would find our next quarters . It was snowing heavily , which was a piece of luck for us .