No, you must wait a week certainly." "I wish I were certain of being off in a week." "Unreasonable boy! You talk of going across the Atlantic as other people do of going across the Channel.

See, there is Brown, grandpapa must be awake." They went into the library and found Mr.Beresford quite ready for an hour or two of cheerful chat about the thousand trifles with which his granddaughter always contrived to amuse him.

Then she went away, turning as she drove off to give Maurice a last encouraging nod; and not long after, Mr.Beresford complained of being more drowsy than usual, and asked Maurice to read him to sleep.
A book, not too amusing, was found, and the reading began; but the reader's thoughts had wandered far from it and from Hunsdon, when they were suddenly recalled by a strange gurgling gasping sound.

Alas! for Maurice's hopes.

His grandfather lay struggling for the second time in the grasp of paralysis.
They carried him to his bed, dumb and more than half unconscious; and there day after day, and week after week, he lay between life and death; taking little notice of anybody, but growing so restlessly uneasy whenever Maurice was out of his sight, that all they thought of doing was contriving by every possible means to save him the one disquiet of which he still seemed capable..