If he would only die now, to-night, or if she could! It was at this moment that the kitchen maid had heard her sobbing.
Because there was nothing else to do, she got into bed, and lay there staring at the electric light, which she had forgotten to put out.

Toward seven she got up and gave orders that Mr.Farron was not to be disturbed, that the house was to be kept quiet.

Strange, she thought, that he could sleep like an exhausted child, while she, awake, was a mass of pain.

Her heart ached, her eyes burned, her very body felt sore.

She arranged for his sleep, but she wanted him to wake up; she begrudged every moment of his absence.