Would she suffer thus for Wilfrid?
The question forced itself upon her, and for reply she shuddered; such bonds seemed artificial compared with those which linked her to her father, the love which was coeval with her life.

All feeling is so relative to circumstances, and what makes so stable as the cement of habit?
In the early hours of the afternoon a lull of utter weariness relieved her; she lay upon the couch and all but slept; it was something between sleep and loss of consciousness following on excessive pain.

She awoke to find the doctor bending over her; Mrs.Hood had become so alarmed that she had despatched a neighbour secretly on the errand.

Emily was passive, and by her way of speaking half disguised the worst features of her state.

Nevertheless, the order was given that she should go to bed.
She promised to obey.
'As soon as father comes,' she said, when alone again with her mother.
'It cannot be long till his time.' She would not yield beyond this.