By-and-by Mrs.Wake entered the room, candle in hand, bouncing open the door in her morning manner, obviously without any expectation of finding a person there.
'Lord-a-mercy! What, sitting here again, ma'am ?' 'Yes, I am sitting here still.' 'You've been there ever since last night ?' 'Yes.' 'Then--' 'He's not come.' 'Well, he won't come at this time o' morning,' said the farmer's wife.
'Do 'ee get on to bed, ma'am.

You must be shrammed to death!' It occurred to Christine now that possibly her husband had thought better of obtruding himself upon her company within an hour of revealing his existence to her, and had decided to pay a more formal visit next day.
She therefore adopted Mrs.Wake's suggestion and retired..