The wife was more active, more bustling, more hopeful, and more tearful.

Viola took heed of all three.

But towards dawn, Beatrice's state became so obviously alarming, that Viola herself began to despair.

At this time she saw the old woman suddenly rise from before the image of the saint at which she had been kneeling, wrap herself in her cloak and hood, and quietly quit the chamber.

Viola stole after her.
"It is cold for thee, good mother, to brave the air; let me go for the physician ?" "Child, I am not going to him.