noon
Very well . I shall take your cart and mare , and drive to meet the press-gang , who wo n't be in the sweetest of tempers just now . Come , what are you waiting for ? You 're ten minutes late as it is , and you ca n't be married after noon . '' `` Sir , '' said Zeb , with a white face ; `` it 's a liberty , but will ` ee let me shake your hand ? '' `` I 'll be cursed if I do . But I 'll wish you good luck and a hard heart , and maybe ye 'll thank me some day . ''