ABSTRACT
The morning rose, and with it both the gentlemen. Ned was rst dressed, and hastening up to the lady’s apartment, tapped, with a timorous heart, at the door. Mrs. Evans opened it, and told him she could not perceive any material alteration; that she had been for the most part quiet, but without any refreshing sleep. If at any time she chanced to slumber, it was only for a few minutes, when she awoke in a terror; and she thought these slumbers did her more hurt than good. Poor Ned received the intelligence with a downcast look, and communicated it to his father, who partook of his sorrow. ‘Yet let us not be altogether cast down, my boy, it is possible she may yet do well: and I shall, this day, in the church, o er up the prayer of the congregation, to beseech Almighty God to spare her to us.’/
ey now went to breakfast, which on Ned’s part was bread and milk, to which the parson (especially on Sunday) added a piece of cheese and a pint of warm ale. Cheese and ale are to a Welchman nectar and ambrosia; and our good curate, who loved hospitality as far as his circumstances would allow, took care to be always provided with plenty of both, and that the best of their kind.
