He made me as comfortable as he could, poor fellow! but I was so restless, I could not keep in one position two minutes at a time.
Several times I turned to him and said, "It is suffocating in this car; cannot the window be put up ?" and when it was put up, I would seem to feel no relief, and in a few moments, perhaps, would be shaking with a nervous chill.

It must have been a miserable journey, as I remember it.
Once I said to Richard, after some useless trouble I had put him to, "I am very sorry, Richard, I don't know how to help it, I feel so dreadfully." Richard tried to answer, but his voice was husky, and he bent his head down to arrange the bundle of shawls beneath my feet.

I knew that there were tears in his eyes, and that that was the reason that he did not speak.

It made me strangely, momentarily grateful.
"How strange that you should be so good," I said dreamily, "when Sophie is so hateful, and Kilian is so trifling.

I think your mother must have been a good woman." I had never talked about Richard's mother before, never even thought whether he had had one or not, in my supreme and light-hearted selfishness.