Harriet was sitting with sewing upon her lap.

She did not look at him.
He sat down, and closed his eyes.

There seemed to be a ringing of great bells about him, overpowering every other sound; all his muscles had become relaxed and powerless; he half forgot where and under what circumstances he was, in a kind of deadly drowsiness.

Presently this passed, and he grew aware that Harriet was preparing tea.

When it was ready, he went to the table, and drank two or three cups, for he was parched with thirst.