Stockdale now sent a positive shout through the open space of the door: 'Mrs.Newberry!'-- still no answer, or movement of any kind within.

Then he heard sounds from the opposite room, that of Lizzy's mother, as if she had been aroused by his uproar though Lizzy had not, and was dressing herself hastily.

Stockdale softly closed the younger woman's door and went on to the other, which was opened by Mrs.Simpkins before he could reach it.

She was in her ordinary clothes, and had a light in her hand.
'What's the person calling about ?' she said in alarm.
Stockdale told the girl's errand, adding seriously, 'I cannot wake Mrs.
Newberry.' 'It is no matter,' said her mother.

'I can let the girl have what she wants as well as my daughter.' And she came out of the room and went downstairs.
Stockdale retired towards his own apartment, saying, however, to Mrs.
Simpkins from the landing, as if on second thoughts, 'I suppose there is nothing the matter with Mrs.Newberry, that I could not wake her ?' 'O no,' said the old lady hastily.