She had forgotten Meg now.
"Well, maybe if ye break it to her easy-like she can stand it.

I don't suppose she's gone to bed yet.

Her door was open on a crack when I come down, and she always shuts it 'fore she goes to sleep.

I'll light a couple o' lamps so ye can see, and then I'll send her down to ye if she'll come.

Wait here, doctor, dear." The lamps lighted and Martha gone, Doctor John looked about the room, his glance resting on the sofa where he had so often sat with her; on the portrait of Morton Cobden, the captain's friend; on the work-basket filled with needlework that Jane had left on a small table beside her chair, and upon the books her hands had touched.