noon
And again his eyes dwelt upon the grief-bowed wife . But when the dawn came stealing up from behind the purple Sierras , and Mrs. Barrett raised her wan face , he was studiously reviewing his rows of bottles , outwardly unaware of her presence . `` Fong Wu , '' she said , in a low voice , `` when will he wake ? '' `` When he is rested ; at sunrise , maybe , or at noon . '' `` And then ? '' `` He will be feeble . I shall give him more medicine , and he will sleep again . ''