"It is because my cousin makes me forget that she makes me better." Dr.Craven had never made such a short stay after a "tantrum"; usually he was obliged to remain a very long time and do a great many things.
This afternoon he did not give any medicine or leave any new orders and he was spared any disagreeable scenes.

When he went down-stairs he looked very thoughtful and when he talked to Mrs.Medlock in the library she felt that he was a much puzzled man.
"Well, sir," she ventured, "could you have believed it ?" "It is certainly a new state of affairs," said the doctor.

"And there's no denying it is better than the old one." "I believe Susan Sowerby's right--I do that," said Mrs.Medlock.

"I stopped in her cottage on my way to Thwaite yesterday and had a bit of talk with her.

And she says to me, 'Well, Sarah Ann, she mayn't be a good child, an' she mayn't be a pretty one, but she's a child, an' children needs children.' We went to school together, Susan Sowerby and me." "She's the best sick nurse I know," said Dr.Craven.