He had something of the attitude of a child's nurse, who, knowing that her charge has almost passed beyond her care, recognizes that she has no authority except that bestowed by devotion.
"I think you meant to sign this letter, Mr.Farron," he said, just as a nurse might say before strangers, "You weren't going to the party without washing your hands ?" "Oh." Farron fished in his waistcoat for his pen, and while he was writing, and Chandler just keeping an eye on him to see that it was done right, Adelaide said: "And how is Mrs.Chandler ?" Chandler's face lit up as he received the letter back.
"Oh, much better, thank you, Mrs.Farron--out of all danger." Wayne saw, what Chandler did not, that Adelaide had never even heard of Mrs.Chandler's ill health; but she murmured as she turned away: "I'm so glad.

You must have been very anxious." When they were gone, Wayne and Chandler were left a minute alone.
"What a personality!" Chandler exclaimed.

"Imagine her remembering my troubles, when you think what she has had to worry about! A remarkable couple, Mr.Wayne.I have been up to the house a number of times since Mr.Farron's illness, and she is always there, so brave, so attentive.

A queenly woman, and," he added, as if the two did not always go together, "a good wife." Wayne could think of no answer to this eulogy, and as they stood in silence the office door opened and Mr.Lanley came in.

He nodded to each of the two, and moved to Vincent's room.
"Mr.Farron has just gone," said Chandler, firmly.