After another long interval of silence he turned to William.
"Them socks--the medium thin ones--you'd oughter be puttin' 'em on soon, sir, now.

They're in the right-hand corner of the bottom drawer--you know." "Yes, Pete; I'll attend to it," William managed to stammer, after he had cleared his throat.
Eliza's turn came next.
"Remember about the coffee," Pete said to her, "-- the way Mr.William likes it.

And always eggs, you know, for--for--" His voice trailed into an indistinct murmur, and his eyelids drooped wearily.
One by one the minutes passed.

The doctor came and went: there was nothing he could do.

At half-past five the thin old face became again alight with consciousness.