noon
And this Mr. Felsenburgh seems to be on the right side . '' Oliver took her hand and kissed it . Oliver seemed altogether depressed at breakfast , half an hour later . His mother , an old lady of nearly eighty , who never appeared till noon , seemed to see it at once , for after a look or two at him and a word , she subsided into silence behind her plate . It was a pleasant little room in which they sat , immediately behind Oliver 's own , and was furnished , according to universal custom , in light green . Its windows looked out upon a strip of garden at the back , and the high creeper-grown wall that separated that domain from the next . The furniture , too , was of the usual sort ; a sensible round table stood in the middle , with three tall arm-chairs , with the proper angles and rests , drawn up to it ; and the centre of it , resting apparently on a broad round column , held the dishes .