David followed her to her home soon afterwards, and Maggy Ann, who answered his summons, did not accompany him upstairs.
He was in the house daily, and she left him to find Grizel for himself.

He opened the parlour door almost as he knocked, and she was there, but had not heard him.

He stopped short, like one who had blundered unawares on what was not for him.
She was on her knees on the hearth-rug, with her head buried in what had been Dr.McQueen's chair.

Ragged had been the seat of it on the day when she first went to live with him, but very early on the following morning, or, to be precise, five minutes after daybreak, he had risen to see if there were burglars in the parlour, and behold, it was his grateful little maid repadding the old arm-chair.

How a situation repeats itself! Without disturbing her, the old doctor had slipped away with a full heart.