After tea Bell Robson's weariness became so extreme, that Philip and Sylvia urged her to go to bed.

She resisted a little, partly out of 'manners,' and partly because she kept fancying, poor woman, that somehow or other her husband might send for her.

But about seven o'clock Sylvia persuaded her to come upstairs.

Sylvia, too, bade Philip good-night, and his look followed the last wave of her dress as she disappeared up the stairs; then leaning his chin on his hand, he gazed at vacancy and thought deeply--for how long he knew not, so intent was his mind on the chances of futurity.
He was aroused by Sylvia's coming down-stairs into the sitting-room again.

He started up.
'Mother is so shivery,' said she.