Things have changed.

We were dead last night.

Now we have come to life again.
Besides," she added, with a ghost of a laugh, "perhaps you will see Bessie to-morrow.

I should think that we ought to have come to the end of our misfortunes." John's face fell as a sense of the impossible and most tragic position in which they were placed, physically and morally, swept into his mind.
"Jess, my own Jess," he said, "what _can_ we do ?" She stamped her foot in the bitter anguish of her heart.

"I told you," she said, "that there must be no more of that.