noon
For what good is money if one can not help one 's dear friends in distress . Still , I know you would n't let me help you , for men of your stamp can not borrow from a woman , no matter how desperate their need . And yet -- you only need a paltry fifty thousand dollars ! '' Shirley carried to bed with her that night the woes of the Cardigans , and in the morning she telephoned Moira McTavish and invited the latter to lunch with her at home that noon . It was in her mind to question Moira with a view to acquiring additional information . When Moira came , Shirley saw that she had been weeping . `` My poor Moira ! ''