noon
Said Birdalone : I thank thee , good Catherine ; I shall lie a little longer ; depart now . The woman went her ways ; and when she was gone , Birdalone wept and sobbed , and writhed upon her bed , and found no solace to her grief . But she arose and paced the chamber , and sithence looked out of the window over the empty water , and wept again . Then she said : Yet they may come ere noon , or it may be ere evening , or perchance to-morrow morning . And she stayed her weeping , and was calmer . But still she walked the floor , and whiles looked out of window , and whiles she looked on her limbs , and felt the sleekness of her sides , and she said : O my body ! how thou longest !