noon
Fandor was not speaking the truth . His disguise was assumed for other reasons . He did not wish to be recognized either as Frederick-Christian or as Fandor . Since noon -- and it was now ten o'clock at night -- the two men had been doing Paris together , and Wulf had received the very gratifying appellations of `` my excellent friend , '' `` my subtle detective , '' and other flattering names , so he was now dreaming of decorations , new decorations created especially for him . Fandor interrupted his thoughts by patting him familiarly on the shoulder : `` Now that we 've had dinner , I 'm going to tell you something . We 've had quite a day of it ; we 've visited the Bois , where you spat in the lake , the action of a reflective mind ; we 've been to the top of the Arc de Triomphe and to the Madeleine , so now there is only one joy remaining . '' Wulf nodded : `` To pay for the dinner . ''