noon
Phoebe told him to please himself : he must part with one or the other . `` Do n't talk nonsense , '' said this man of brass ; `` I 'll un-Falcon her on the spot . '' `` Very well , '' said Phoebe . `` I am going home ; and , if you are not there by to-morrow at noon '' -- She said no more , but looked a great deal . Then she departed , and refused him her hand at parting . `` We will see about that by and by , '' said she . At noon my lord came down to the farm , and , unfortunately for Phoebe , played the penitent so skilfully for about a month , that she forgave him , and loved him all the more for having so nearly parted with him .