noon
_ Pardon , mon général ! _ '' chattered Gaston . `` It was in the stone house of the American gentleman by the marsh . '' * * * * * We lunched together in my garden at noon . He had grown calm again under the spell of the Burgundy , but Suzette , I feared , would be ill . `` Come , be merciful , '' I pleaded . `` He is the fiancé of my good Suzette ; besides , you must not forget that you were all my guests . ''