I'll be expecting you to make that good to me--you and the Major between you." "It was the cooking did it, I suppose," said Meldon.
"That and the state his bed was in," said Doyle.

"It was close on eleven o'clock last night, and I was sitting smoking quiet and easy along with the doctor, when there came a noise like as if some one would be ringing a bell, and him in a hurry.

It was the doctor drew my attention to it first; but I told him he'd better sit where he was, for it was Sabina's business to go up to any one that would ring a bell.
Well, the ringing went on terrible strong, for maybe ten minutes, and--" "Sabina funked it, I suppose," said Meldon.
"She did be in dread," said Doyle, "on account of the way the bell was going, not knowing what there might be at the other end of it.

That's what she said any way, and I believe her.

The doctor spoke to her, encouraging her, the way she'd go and see whatever it might be, and we'd be at peace again.