Such a mercy he was at hand!--Poor dearest Damaris! I hope his good offices have already been acknowledged.

Do you know if my brother has seen and thanked him ?" The expression of Theresa's round little face, still puffy and blotched from her last night's weeping, held a world of reproachful remindings.
"Ah! no," the other cried conscience-stricken--"no, of course not.

How thoughtless of me to ask you.

And"-- another mental skippit--"and that you should be forbidden the sick-room too, not permitted to nurse Damaris! My poor friend, indeed I do feel for you.

I so well understand that must have caused you more pain than anything." A remark her hearer found it not altogether easy to counter with advantage to her own cause, so wisely let it pass in silence.
"I know--I know, you can hardly trust yourself to speak of it.