As the house still remained undisturbed, Stockdale got out of bed, went to his window, which overlooked the door, and opening it, asked who was there.
A young woman's voice replied that Susan Wallis was there, and that she had come to ask if Mrs.Newberry could give her some mustard to make a plaster with, as her father was taken very ill on the chest.
The minister, having neither bell nor servant, was compelled to act in person.

'I will call Mrs.Newberry,' he said.

Partly dressing himself; he went along the passage and tapped at Lizzy's door.

She did not answer, and, thinking of her erratic habits in the matter of sleep, he thumped the door persistently, when he discovered, by its moving ajar under his knocking, that it had only been gently pushed to.

As there was now a sufficient entry for the voice, he knocked no longer, but said in firm tones, 'Mrs.Newberry, you are wanted.' The room was quite silent; not a breathing, not a rustle, came from any part of it.