nearly ten o'clock
Janet 's dark grand face , still fatigued , had become quite calm , and looked up , as she sat , with a humble childlike expression at the thin blond face and slightly sunken grey eyes which now shone with hectic brightness . She might have been taken for an image of passionate strength beaten and worn with conflict ; and he for an image of the self-renouncing faith which has soothed that conflict into rest . As he looked at the sweet submissive face , he remembered its look of despairing anguish , and his heart was very full as he turned away from her . ` Let me only live to see this work confirmed , and then ... ' It was nearly ten o'clock when Mr. Tryan left , but Janet was bent on sending for her mother ; so Mrs. Pettifer , as the readiest plan , put on her bonnet and went herself to fetch Mrs. Raynor . The mother had been too long used to expect that every fresh week would be more painful than the last , for Mrs. Pettifer 's news to come upon her with the shock of a surprise . Quietly , without any show of distress , she made up a bundle of clothes , and , telling her little maid that she should not return home that night , accompanied Mrs. Pettifer back in silence . When they entered the parlour , Janet , wearied out , had sunk to sleep in the large chair , which stood with its back to the door .