noon
He rode away . Barto passed the gates as one of the licenced English family . Milan was more strictly guarded than when he had quitted it . He had anticipated that it would be so , and tamed his spirit to submit to the slow stages of the carriage , spent a fiery night in Brescia , and entered the city of action on the noon of the fourteenth . Safe within the walls , he thanked the English lady , assuring her that her charitable deed would be remembered aloft . He then turned his steps in the direction of the Revolutionary post-office . This place was nothing other than a blank abutment of a corner house that had long been undergoing repair , and had a great bank of brick and mortar rubbish at its base .