noon
When he had finished it he wiped his mouth and hands on the counterpane : `` Charge it as usual . '' The waiter packed up the dishes , bade a bon jour , and with a mocking gesture left the room . Minkiewicz always had his breakfasts charged . At noon he crawled out of bed and dressed at a grave tempo . He wore always the same shirt , a woollen one , and his wardrobe knew no change . It was faded , out of fashion by a full half-century , and his only luxury a silk comforter which he knotted loosely about his neck . He had never worn a collar since Chopin 's death .