noon
Susan 's face began to burn . Her hand unobtrusively stole to her heliotrope , which fell , a moment later , a crushed little fragrant lump , into her waste-basket . Presently she went into the coat closet . `` Remind me to take these to the French Laundry at noon , '' said Susan , pausing before Thorny 's desk , on her way back to her own , with a tight roll of linen in her hand . `` I left 'em on my coat from yesterday . They 're filthy . '' `` Sure , but why do n't you do 'em yourself , Susan , and save your two bits ? ''