Deeply wounded, Aunt Johanna took no further notice of him than to set his chair a little closer to the fire, and Aunt Hilary slipped down stairs for more coals.

There she found Elizabeth, who they thought had long since gone to bed, sitting on the stairs, very sleepy, but watching still.
"Is he come in ?" she asked; "because there are more bailiffs after him.

I'm sure of it; I saw them." This, then, might account for his keeping out of the way till after twelve o'clock, and also for his wild, haggard look.

Hilary put aside her vague dread of some new misfortune; assured Elizabeth that all was right; he had got wherewithal to pay every body on Monday morning, and would be safe till then.

All debtors were safe on Sunday.
"Go to bed now--there's a good girl; it is hard that you should be troubled with our troubles." Elizabeth looked up with those fond gray eyes of hers.