There the fact was, and he must make the best of it he could.
"What things do you mean ?" "Trying to make things easier--explaining things when she cannot think of excuses.

To-day it is telling you what she is too frightened to tell you herself.

I said to her that you must be told.

It made her nervous and miserable, but I knew you must." "Yes, I must," Betty answered.

"I am glad she has you to depend on, Ughtred." His crutch grated on the floor and his boy eyes forbade her to believe that their sudden lustre was in any way connected with restrained emotion.
"I know I seem queer and like a little old man," he said.