She moved to the side of the bed.
"Now bring the chair near and dress me.

It is being in this room so long, and looking at that miserable little bit of sunshine that comes in through the shutter, that is making me so ill.

Always that lion's paw!" she said, with a look of disgust at it.

"Come and dress me." Gregory knelt on the floor before her, and tried to draw on one stocking, but the little swollen foot refused to be covered.
"It is very funny that I should have grown so fat since I have been so ill," she said, peering down curiously.

"Perhaps it is want of exercise." She looked troubled and said again, "Perhaps it is want of exercise." She wanted Gregory to say so too.