noon
And -- do you really wish to come to see me ? '' `` I most emphatically do . '' She drew a card from her beaded bag , rummaged vainly for a pencil , ended by accepting mine , and scribbled a brief address . `` Then , '' she commanded , handing me the bit of pasteboard , `` come to this number at noon to-morrow and ask for me . And now , since I 'm not to go to prison , Mr. Bayne , I believe I am hungry . This is war bread , I suppose ; but it tastes delicious . And is n't the saltless butter nice ? ''