noon
It is a daring country , _ mon père _ . '' The elder laughed with a softened approval . Louis Marsac did not come near St. Joseph street the next day . He slept till noon , when he woke with a humiliating sense of having quite lost his balance , for he seldom gave way to excesses . It was late in the afternoon when he visited the old haunts and threw himself under Jeanne 's oak . Was she very angry ? Pouf !