They were coming down.
"No, Mrs.Sisson, you needn't worry," he heard the voice of the doctor on the stairs.

"If she goes on as she is, she'll be all right.

Only she must be kept warm and quiet--warm and quiet--that's the chief thing." "Oh, when she has those bouts I can't bear it," Aaron heard his wife's voice.
They were downstairs.

Their feet click-clicked on the tiled passage.
They had gone into the middle room.

Aaron sat and listened.
"She won't have any more bouts.