noon
The little couch trembled , the suppressed sob stirred the air . A contraction as of anguish altered Mrs. Pryor 's features ; she wrung her hands ; half a groan escaped her lips . She now remembered that Tuesday was Whinbury market day . Mr. Moore must always pass the rectory on his way thither , just ere noon of that day . Caroline wore continually round her neck a slender braid of silk , attached to which was some trinket . Mrs. Pryor had seen the bit of gold glisten , but had not yet obtained a fair view of it . Her patient never parted with it .