Long after they had lain down in the inner room Susannah heard him rocking the wailing babe, or trying to feed it, or pacing the floor.

Emma, worn out, slept beside her.

Upstairs the owners of the house, an old couple named Johnson, and Emma's own child, were at rest.
Susannah lay rigidly still in the small portion of the bed which fell to her share.

Her mind was up, wandering through waste places, seeking rest in vain.

The wail of the child in the next room at last had ceased.