noon
At the door of my lodgings I was confronted by Banks , red with indignation and fidgety from uneasiness . `` O Lord , Mr. Carvel , what has happened , sir ? '' he cried . `` Your honour 's agent ` as been here since noon . Must I take orders from the likes o ' him , sir ? '' Mr. Dix was indeed in possession of my rooms , lounging in the chair Dolly had chosen , smoking my tobacco . I stared at him from the threshold .