Towels and basins were brought to them, and then they prepared themselves to watch through another day.

It seemed to be a trial between them, which could outwatch the other.

The mother was, of course, much the older; but with poor Hester there was the baby to add to her troubles.

Never was there a woman more determined to carry out her purpose than Mrs.Bolton, or one more determined to thwart the purpose of another than she who still called herself Hester Caldigate.
In the morning Mrs.Bolton implored her husband to go into Cambridge as usual; but he felt that he could not leave the house with such inmates.
So he sat in his bedroom dozing wretchedly in his arm-chair.
Caldigate appeared before the house at nine o'clock, no further attempt having been made to exclude his entrance by the side gate, and asked to see Mr.Bolton.

'Papa is up-stairs,' said Hester through the window.