He was terribly like a boy who had slipped and fallen.
Then she got up, nearer to a breakdown than ever before.

It was such a queer reversal of their old positions.

And in order that he shouldn't rise she put her hands on his shoulders and stood close to him so that his head was against her breast.
"God bless you, dearest boy," she said softly.

"Trust in me.

Give all your troubles to me.