One morning she signed to her daughter to come nearer that she might speak to her.
'Dorothy,' she whispered, 'I wish much to see good Mr.Herbert.

Prithee send for him.

I know it is an evil time for him to travel, being an old man and feeble, but he will do his endeavour to come to me, I know, if but for my husband's sake, whom he loved like a brother.

I cannot die in peace without first taking counsel with him how best to provide for the safety of my little ewe-lamb until these storms are overblown.

Alas! alas! I did look to Richard Heywood--' She could say no more.
'Do not take thought about the morrow for me any more than you would for yourself, madam,' said Dorothy.