noon
And then her more than mortal clearness of soul , her maidenly modesty , her graceful bearing , all were unchanged . Her sleeve was quivering with agitation , for the beating of her heart was shaking her whole frame . `` Come to the Hotel de Saint-Quentin to-morrow for your papers , '' she said . `` I will be there at noon . Be punctual . '' She rose hastily , and disappeared . Raphael thought of following Pauline , feared to compromise her , and stayed .