noon
He had always been motherless , he thought ; it was not today which would make him so . Still , it was strangely shaking , this idea of her death . When Nannie came into the parlor to greet him , he was silent while she told him , shivering and crying , the story of the last two weeks . `` She has n't been conscious since noon , '' she ended , `` but she may call for you ; and oh , if she does . Blair , you will be lovely to her , wo n't you ? '' His grave silence seemed an assent . `` Will you go in and see her ? ''