morning, noon
`` Love her , mother ? Curses ! would you drive me mad ? I think and dream of nothing but that girl : morning , noon , and night , her eyes persecute me : go where I will , and do what I will , her image haunts me : d -- n it , mother ' do n't I love the girl ? '' -LSB- Oh love , love ! thou much-slandered monosyllable , how desperately do bad men malign thee ! -RSB- `` Hush , Julian ; pray be more guarded in your language ; I am glad to see though that your heart is in the right place : suppose now that I aid your suit a little ?