He minced up some of the fowl for Margaret, and peppered and salted it well; but when Dixon, following his directions, tried to feed her, the languid shake of head, proved that in such a state as Margaret was in, food would only choke, not nourish her.
Mr. Bell gave a great sigh; lifted up his stout old limbs (stiff with travelling) from their easy position, and followed Dixon out of the room.
"I can't leave her. I must write to them at Oxford, to see that the preparations are made: they can be getting on with these till I arrive. Can't Mrs. Lennox come to her? I'll write and tell her she must. The girl must have some woman-friend about her, if only to talk her into a good fit of crying."
Dixon was crying--enough for two; but, after wiping her eyes and steadying her voice, she managed to tell Mr. Bell, that Mrs. Lennox was too near her confinement to be able to undertake any journey at present.
"Well! I suppose we must have Mrs. Shaw; she's come back to England, isn't she?"

When Dixon tried to feed Margaret, the languid shake of her head indicated that food would only choke her.
Mr. Bell gave a great sigh, and followed Dixon out of the room.
'I can't leave her. I must write to Oxford, to see that preparations are made for the funeral. Can't Mrs. Lennox come to her? I'll write and tell her she must. The girl must have some woman-friend about her.'
Dixon was crying; but after wiping her eyes, she managed to tell Mr. Bell that Mrs. Lennox was too near her confinement with her second child to undertake any journey at present.
'Well! Mrs. Shaw; she's back in England, isn't she?'
