CHAPTER XXXIII.
AN APPARITION Mrs.Robson was very poorly all night long.

Uneasy thoughts seemed to haunt and perplex her brain, and she neither slept nor woke, but was restless and uneasy in her talk and movements.
Sylvia lay down by her, but got so little sleep, that at length she preferred sitting in the easy-chair by the bedside.

Here she dropped off to slumber in spite of herself; the scene of the evening before seemed to be repeated; the cries of the many people, the heavy roar and dash of the threatening waves, were repeated in her ears; and something was said to her through all the conflicting noises,--what it was she could not catch, though she strained to hear the hoarse murmur that, in her dream, she believed to convey a meaning of the utmost importance to her.
This dream, that mysterious, only half-intelligible sound, recurred whenever she dozed, and her inability to hear the words uttered distressed her so much, that at length she sate bolt upright, resolved to sleep no more.

Her mother was talking in a half-conscious way; Philip's speech of the evening before was evidently running in her mind.
'Sylvie, if thou're not a good wife to him, it'll just break my heart outright.

A woman should obey her husband, and not go her own gait.