All was still; the basins of bread and milk that she and her husband were in the habit of having for supper stood in the fender before the fire, each with a plate upon them.

Nancy had gone to bed, Phoebe dozed in the kitchen; Philip was still in the ware-room, arranging goods and taking stock along with Coulson, for Hester had gone home to her mother.
Sylvia was not willing to go and seek out Philip, after the manner in which they had parted.

All the despondency of her life became present to her again as she sate down within her home.

She had forgotten it in her interest and excitement, but now it came back again.
Still she was hungry, and youthful, and tired.

She took her basin up, and was eating her supper when she heard a cry of her baby upstairs, and ran away to attend to it.