about noon
It was to her not a matter for her will to decide upon , but simply a black door shut that nothing could displace . When the week , for which term of shelter she had paid , was ended , her hostess spoke upon this point , saying , more to convince Emilia of the necessity for seeking her friends than from any unkindness : `` Me and my husband ca n't go on keepin ' you , you know , my dear , however well 's our meaning . '' Emilia drew the woman toward her with both her lands , softly shaking her head . She left the house about noon . It was now her belief that she had probably no more than another day to live , for she was destitute of money . The thought relieved her from that dreadful fear of the street , and she walked at her own pace , even after dark . The rumble and the rattle of wheels ; the cries and grinding noises ; the hum of motion and talk ; all under the lingering smoky red of a London Winter sunset , were not discord to her animated blood .