It was not pretty; it was his nature.

Happen, poor fellow, he could not help it; but so it was." A maid came in and set the tea-things down; and Mrs.Julaper drew her sad guest over by the arm, and made him sit down, and she said: "What has a man to do, frettin' in that way?
By Jen, I'm ashamed o' ye, Master Philip! Ye like three lumps o' sugar, I think, and--look cheerful, ye must!--a good deal o' cream ?" "You're so kind, Mrs.Julaper, you're so cheery.

I feel quite comfortable after awhile when I'm with you; I feel quite happy," and he began to cry.
She understood him very well by this time and took no notice, but went on chatting gaily, and made his tea as he liked it; and he dried his tears hastily, thinking she had not observed.
So the clouds began to clear.

This innocent fellow liked nothing better than a cup of tea and a chat with gentle and cheery old Mrs.Julaper, and a talk in which the shadowy old times which he remembered as a child emerged into sunlight and lived again.
When he began to feel better, drawn into the kindly old times by the tinkle of that harmless old woman's tongue, he said: "I sometimes think I would not so much mind--I should not care so much--if my spirits were not so depressed, and I so agitated.

I suppose I am not quite well." "Well, tell me what's wrong, child, and it's odd but I have a recipe on the shelf there that will do you good." "It is not a matter of that sort I mean; though I'd rather have you than any doctor, if I needed medicine, to prescribe for me." Mrs.Julaper smiled in spite of herself, well pleased; for her skill in pharmacy was a point on which the good lady prided herself, and was open to flattery, which, without intending it, the simple fellow administered.
"No, I'm well enough; I can't say I ever was better.