midday
She turned round , entreating and smiling . `` Please let me alone , Phœbus ! If my mother were to return , she would see your hand ! '' At that moment , midday rang slowly out from the clock of Notre-Dame . A murmur of satisfaction broke out in the crowd . The last vibration of the twelfth stroke had hardly died away when all heads surged like the waves beneath a squall , and an immense shout went up from the pavement , the windows , and the roofs , `` There she is ! '' Fleur-de-Lys pressed her hands to her eyes , that she might not see .