He would come again in the morning.
Mrs.Hewett died just before daybreak without a pang, as though death had compassion on her.

When Sidney came, about nine o'clock, he found Amy standing at the door of the milk-shop; the people who kept it had brought the children up into their room.

Hewett still sat by the bed; seeing Kirkwood, he pointed to the hidden face.
'How am I to bury her ?' he whispered hoarsely.

'Haven't you heard about it?
They've stole the club-money; they've robbed me of it; I haven't as much as'll pay for her coffin.' Sidney fancied at first that the man's mind was wandering, but Hewett took out of his pocket a scrap of newspaper in which the matter was briefly reported.
'See, it's there.

I've known since last Sunday, and I had to keep it from her.