At what hour shall he come ?' 'I shall be down by eleven.' Later in the day, Mrs.Cartwright and Jessie called.

Hitherto Emily had begged that no one might be admitted save Mrs.Baxendale; she felt it would be unkindness to refuse her friends any longer, and the visitors came up and sat for a while with her.

Both were awed by the face which met them; they talked scarcely above a whisper, and were sadly troubled by the necessity of keeping a watch upon their tongues.
Emily was now able to descend the stairs without difficulty.

The first sight of the little parlour cost her a renewal of her keenest suffering.
There was the couch on which his dead body had been placed; that the chair in which he always rested after tea before going up to the laboratory; in a little frame on the mantelpiece was his likeness, an old one and much faded.

She moved about, laying her hand on this object and that; she took the seat by the window where she had waited each evening, till she saw him at the gate, to rise at once and open to him.
She had not shed tears since that last day of his life, and now it was only a passing mist that dimmed her eyes.