noon
re-echoed George , while his glance wandered round the room , as if seeking to escape from the bore of excitement . `` Betrayed ! No , no ; my men -- '' `` Your men , Sire , to-night will be dead or in prison , '' said Mrs. Carey , with increased firmness , reading the puerile nature and seeing the value of emphasis . `` I am to join my gentlemen at Aldershot at noon , '' muttered the King . `` No , no ! '' cried Mrs. Carey , and her beautiful hands clasped his arm beseechingly . `` Your Majesty will be lost if you attempt to go -- all who go there will be lost . ''