And Mrs.Morel, lying alone in the darkness heard them, and among her bitterness was a feeling of relief.
Then Paul would go upstairs gingerly, guiltily, to see if she had heard.
"Shall I give you some milk ?" he asked.
"A little," she replied plaintively.
And he would put some water with it, so that it should not nourish her.
Yet he loved her more than his own life.
She had morphia every night, and her heart got fitful.

Annie slept beside her.

Paul would go in in the early morning, when his sister got up.

His mother was wasted and almost ashen in the morning with the morphia.

Darker and darker grew her eyes, all pupil, with the torture.
In the mornings the weariness and ache were too much to bear.