He could see the faint glimmer of her candle emerging secretly from the closet.
The young person was taking her leave.

He could hear her sympathetic--"Well--good night! I hope she'll be no worse.

Good night Mrs.Sisson!" She was gone--he heard the windy bang of the street-gate.
Presently Millicent emerged again, flitting indoors.
So he rose to his feet, balancing, swaying a little before he started into motion, as so many colliers do.

Then he moved along the path towards the house, in the rain and darkness, very slowly edging forwards.
Suddenly the door opened.

His wife emerged with a pail.