It was one she had not heard before, but she immediately guessed it to be Mr.Tryan's.
Her first impulse was to set down her plate and go away, but Mrs.Martin might not be in, and then there would be no one to give Sally that delicious bit of pudding.

So she stood still, and was obliged to hear what Mr.Tryan was saying.

He was interrupted by one of the invalid's violent fits of coughing.
'It is very hard to bear, is it not ?' he said when she was still again.
'Yet God seems to support you under it wonderfully.

Pray for me, Sally, that I may have strength too when the hour of great suffering comes.

It is one of my worst weaknesses to shrink from bodily pain, and I think the time is perhaps not far off when I shall have to bear what you are bearing.