As I looked up into her compassionate face and her eyes moist with pity, my brain ceased to whirl.

The tender human sympathy which thrilled in the soft pressure of her fingers had brought me the support I needed.

Its effect to calm and soothe was like that of some wonder-working elixir.
"God bless you," I said, after a few moments.

"He must have sent you to me just now.

I think I was in danger of going crazy if you had not come." At this the tears came into her eyes.
"Oh, Mr.West!" she cried.