morning, noon
It was easy to see , however , that her docility arose from indifference . The one idea possessed her , and she cared for nothing else . Did he , or did he not , mean it ? was the question she asked herself , morning , noon , and night , till at last she could bear it no longer . Anything was better than suspense . She must write to him , she must know the truth one way or the other . I had stayed up in the blue drawing-room to read one night after the rest of the party had gone to their rooms , but my mind wandered from the book .