midday
He thought of advertising ; but that would never do . Imagine , `` If Madame Beausoleil , late of Vermilionville , will leave her address at this office , she will hear of something not in the least to her advantage . '' He could n't advertise . It was midday following the eve of his confession to his father . For the last eleven or twelve days , ever since he had seen that blessed apparition turn with the two young friends into Canal Street out of Bourbon -- he had been venturing daily , for luncheon , just down into Bourbon Street , to the Christian Women 's Exchange . Now , by all the laws of fortune he should in that time have seen in there at least once or twice a day already , the face he was ever looking for . But he had not ; nor did he to-day .