morning, noon
Come , Mrs. Greenow ! '' `` Ah , Mr. Cheesacre , you do n't know what it is to have buried the pride of your youth hardly yet twelve months . '' `` But you have buried him , and there let there be an end of it . Your sitting here all alone , morning , noon , and night , wo n't bring him back . I 'm sorry for him ; I am indeed . Poor Greenow ! But what more can I do ? ''