He is very kind, and he knows all.

May God guide you aright, and may you believe that no one speaks more truthfully to you than your sorrowful and affectionate sister, ALICE WINGFIELD.
He put the letter down beside him, made a cigarette, and poured out some coffee for them both.

He was holding himself with a tight hand.

This letter had touched him as nothing in his life had done since his father's death.

It had nothing of noblesse oblige, but straight statement of wrong, as she saw it.