It is so with the human relations that rest on the deep emotional sympathy of affection: every new day and night of joy or sorrow is a new ground, a new consecration, for the love that is nourished by memories as well as hopes--the love to which perpetual repetition is not a weariness but a want, and to which a separated joy is the beginning of pain.
The cocks began to crow; the gate swung; there was a tramp of footsteps in the yard, and Mr.Gilfil heard Dorcas stirring.

These sounds seemed to affect Caterina, for she looked anxiously at him and said, 'Maynard, are you going away ?' 'No, I shall stay here at Callam until you are better, and then you will go away too.' 'Never to the Manor again, O no! I shall live poorly, and get my own bread.' 'Well, dearest, you shall do what you would like best.

But I wish you could go to sleep now.

Try to rest quietly, and by-and-by you will perhaps sit up a little.

God has kept you in life in spite of all this sorrow; it will be sinful not to try and make the best of His gift.