noon
`` Oh , a half , '' said Paula ; `` we 'd be equal partners . That 's fair enough , I suppose . I sat there all through lunch while he was talking , hating him ; hating his big blue chin , and his necktie and his great shiny finger-nails and the way he ate , and feeling , of course , perfectly frightfully unhappy . I told him I 'd let him know what I would do sometime before to-morrow noon , and as soon as I could I got rid of him . And then I came up here and cried and cried . And that 's something I have n't done for a long while . I felt as if he was a big spider that had been running about all over me tying me up in his web .