'If she is obstinate, so must I be,' said Mrs.Bolton.It was in vain that he endeavoured to prove to her that there could be no reason for such obstinacy, that her daughter would not attempt to escape during the hours of the night without her baby.
'You would not do that,' said the old man, turning to his daughter.

But to this Hester would make no reply, and Mrs.Bolton simply declared her purpose of remaining.

To her mind there was present an idea that she would, at any rate, endure as much actual suffering as her daughter.
There they both sat, and in the morning they were objects pitiable to be seen.
Macbeth and Sancho have been equally eloquent in the praise of sleep.
'Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care!' But sleep will knit up effectually no broken stitches unless it be enjoyed in bed.
'Blessings on him who invented sleep,' said Sancho.

But the great inventor was he who discovered mattresses and sheets and blankets.

These two unfortunates no doubt slept; but in the morning they were weary, comfortless, and exhausted.