Not for many and many a day.
"Take a fatherly good night, my dear," said he, kissing me on the forehead, "and so to rest.

These are late hours for working and thinking.

You do that for all of us, all day long, little housekeeper!" I neither worked nor thought any more that night.

I opened my grateful heart to heaven in thankfulness for its providence to me and its care of me, and fell asleep.
We had a visitor next day.

Mr.Allan Woodcourt came.