noon
It was in vain . The day wore away in the anxiety of protracted and fruitless expectation . The next morning commenced in the same manner . But before noon , a well-dressed gentleman entered Mrs. Glass 's shop , and requested to see a young woman from Scotland . `` That will be my cousin Jeanie Deans , Mr. Archibald , '' said Mrs. Glass , with a courtesy of recognisance . `` Have you any message for her from his Grace the Duke of Argyle , Mr. Archibald ? I will carry it to her in a moment . ''