noon
She did so , a poor breath of hope fluttering in her breast . But just then Mrs. Garth shifted in her seat , and faced about towards them . The blacksmith drew back his hand , and dropped his half-lifted head . Towards noon Mrs. Garth got up and left the bedroom . Her son had appeared to be asleep but he was alert to every movement . Again he plucked Rotha 's gown , and essayed to speak . But Mrs. Garth returned in a moment , and not a word was said .