morning, noon
`` You are better , are you not ? '' he said to her . Mrs. Trevor was a middle-aged woman , who was more or less of an invalid . She was devoted to her son Maurice , and , although she delighted in feeling that he was provided for for life owing to Mrs. Aylmer 's generosity , she missed him morning , noon , and night . `` Ah , darling , it is good to see you back again , '' she said ; `` but you look hot and tired . What a long time you have been in town ! '' `` I have had quite an adventure , '' he said .