noon
The Marquise was rescued sobbing and shivering , but she shared her blanket with one of the poor servant-girls . Even the old bed-ridden nurse , so blind and stupid with age that none could satisfy her of the cause of the tumult and din , was carried out , and placed on the grass terrace beside the master ; where no sooner did she apprehend intuitively the neighbourhood of her proudly cherished nursling , than she left off her weak wailing , and began to croon over him as fondly and contentedly as when he lay an innocent babe in his cradle : `` Are you weary , Earlscraig ? Have you come back sorely tired from the hunt or the race ? Weary fa ' the men folk that let you lie down with the dew-draps on your bonny curls -- bonnier than Miss Alice 's , for a ' their fleechin ' -- as if it were high noon . No but noontide has its ills , too ; but you would never heed a bonnet , neither for sun nor wind . A wild laddie , a wild laddie , Earlscraig ! '' Eager but ignorant hands were piling up heaps of miscellaneous goods -- pictures , feather-beds , old armour , plate , mirrors , harness , carpets , and wearing apparel .