noon
`` If I have , '' says she , very prettily , after wiping the tears from her eyes upon another fit , '' 't is surely a most ungrateful return for the kindness with which you sheltered me last night , Señor . '' `` I shall take better care to shelter you in the future , my poor child , '' replies the Don , ringing the bell . Then , the maid coming , he bids her warm a bed and prepare a hot posset against Moll was tucked up in the blankets . `` And , '' says he , turning to Moll , `` you shall not rise till noon , my dear ; your breakfast shall be brought to you in your room , where a fire shall be made , and such treatment shown you as if you were my own child . '' `` Oh ! what have I done that you should be so gentle to me ? '' exclaims Moll , smothering another cough .