Mrs Morgan went up and spoke to him, but he did not answer or take any notice.
"I'll send for Mr Jones, my dear, 'deed and I will; we'll have him here in a couple of hours, please God." "Oh, can't he come sooner ?" asked Ruth, wild with terror.
"'Deed no; he lives at Llanglas when he's at home, and that's seven mile away, and he may be gone a round eight or nine mile on the other side Llanglas; but I'll send a boy on the pony directly." Saying this, Mrs Morgan left Ruth alone.

There was nothing to be done, for Mr Bellingham had again fallen into a heavy sleep.

Sounds of daily life began, bells rang, breakfast-services clattered up and down the passages, and Ruth sat on shivering by the bedside in that darkened room.

Mrs Morgan sent her breakfast upstairs by a chambermaid, but Ruth motioned it away in her sick agony, and the girl had no right to urge her to partake of it.

That alone broke the monotony of the long morning.