But she would bear no more.

As to herself and her own conduct her parents might say what they pleased to her.

But of her husband she would endure to hear no evil word spoken.

In this spirit she came down into the little parlour.
Mrs.Bolton was also up,--had been up and about for some time previous.
She was a woman who never gave way to temptations of ease.

A nasty dark morning at six o'clock, with just light enough to enable her to dress without a candle, with no fire and no hot water, with her husband snoring while she went through her operations, was to her thinking the proper condition of things for this world.