The servants had come to a state of mind in which the expectation was rather a relief.

They were only afraid the squire might rally again.

In Mrs.
Sandal's heart there was that resentful resignation which says to sorrow, "Do thy worst.

I am no longer able to resist, or even to plead." Charlotte only clung to her dream of hope, and refused to be wakened from it.

She was sure her father had been worse many a time.