Despair was cold at her heart.
She sat in that forlorn state for more than an hour.

Then she got up and went to her mistress's room and sat by the fire, for her limbs were cold as well as her heart.
She sat there, gazing at the fire and sighing heavily, till Lady Bassett came up to bed.

She then went through her work like an automaton, and every now and then a deep sigh came from her breast.
Lady Bassett heard her sigh, and looked at her.

Her face was altered; a sort of sullen misery was written on it.

Lady Bassett was quick at reading faces, and this look alarmed her.