But when he saw Mrs.Hackit come towards him with answering sorrow in her face, the pent-up fountain of tears was opened; he threw himself on the sofa, hid his face, and sobbed aloud.
'Bear up, Mr.Barton,' Mrs.Hackit ventured to say at last; 'bear up, for the sake o' them dear children.' 'The children,' said Amos, starting up.

'They must be sent for.

Some one must fetch them.

Milly will want to ...' He couldn't finish the sentence, but Mrs.Hackit understood him, and said, 'I'll send the man with the pony-carriage for 'em.' She went out to give the order, and encountered Dr Madeley and Mr.Brand, who were just going.
Mr.Brand said: 'I am very glad to see you are here, Mrs.Hackit.No time must be lost in sending for the children.

Mrs.Barton wants to see them.' 'Do you quite give her up then ?' 'She can hardly live through the night.