noon
Why not ? Applauded every night -- it would be glorious ! '' Then she seemed in her dream to be falling , falling down from a great height , as one falls from fairyland into stern reality . She opened her eyes : it was noon . Madame Odinska was waiting for her : she intended herself to take her to the convent , and for that purpose had assumed the imposing air of a noble matron . Alas ! it was in vain !