noon
A slight ghostly smile appeared in the lad 's charming eyes as he raised them to the pair , again holding out his free hand . They went away feeling , as Meyrick put it , `` pretty beastly . '' * * * * * By the afternoon various things had happened . Falloden , who had not got to bed till six , woke towards noon from a heavy sleep in his Beaumont Street `` diggings , '' and recollecting in a flash all that had happened , sprang up and opened his sitting-room door . Meyrick was sitting on the sofa , fidgeting with a newspaper . `` Well , how is he ? '' Meyrick reported that the latest news from Marmion was that Sorell and Fanning between them had decided to take Radowitz up to town that afternoon -- for the opinion of Sir Horley Wood , the great surgeon .