He starts and turns, but the curtains are motionless as ever.

He goes into the passage and calls, 'Mother, come here.

Quick! I want you directly.' Mrs Jenkins comes upstairs, looking as pale as her son.
'Just help me out with this bureau, mother; I cannot examine it in this room, you have put such ridiculous notions into my head.' 'I'm afraid, Howel.' 'Nonsense, come directly, or I must get some one else.' The pair went into the room and tried to move the bureau that had stood for nearly fifty years in that corner untouched, save by the husband and father, now lifeless near them.

It was very heavy, and scarcely could their united strength move it from its resting-place.

They finally succeeded, however, in dragging it towards the door, in doing which they had to pass the foot of the bed.