Oftenherhusband，notingherpallor，askedifshewereunwell。
“No，“saidEmma。
“But，“hereplied，“youseemsostrangethisevening。“
“Oh，it’snothing!nothing!“
Therewereevendayswhenshehadnosoonercomeinthanshewentuptoherroom；andJustin，happeningtobethere，movedaboutnoiselessly，quickerathelpingherthanthebestofmaids。Heputthematchesready，thecandlestick，abook，arrangedhernightgown，turnedbackthebedclothes。