noon
In one corner Father Belmond lived ; another was given over to the vestments and linens . Everything was spotlessly clean . On a poor bed the priest was tossing , moaning and delirious . Only the boy had attended him in his sickness until the noon of that day when two good old women heard of his condition and came . One of them was at his bedside when I entered . When she saw my collar she lifted her hands in that peculiarly Hibernian gesture that means so much , and said : '' ` Sure , God sent you here this night . He has been waiting since noon to die . '