morning, noon
`` Then let him pass for an archimandrite . Now , '' he recurred to his grievance again , dreamily , `` I have got to take Papa Triscoe in hand , and poison his mind against Burnamy , and I shall have to instil a few drops of venomous suspicion against Kenby into the heart of poor little Rose Adding . Oh ; '' he broke out , `` they will spoil everything . They 'll be with us morning , noon , and night , '' and he went on to work the joke of repining at his lot . The worst thing , he said , would be the lovers ' pretence of being interested in something besides themselves , which they were no more capable of than so many lunatics . How could they care for pretty girls playing tennis on an upland level , in the waning afternoon ? Or a cartful of peasant women stopping to cross themselves at a way-side shrine ?