Ethne herself had had the same thought and felt much the same relief as Sutch felt now.

The lieutenant, indeed, was so relieved that he found room for an impulse of pity.
"I was very sorry, Durrance, to hear of your bad luck," he said, as he drove off up the hill.

"I know what it is myself to be suddenly stopped and put aside just when one is making way and the world is smoothing itself out, though my wound in the leg is nothing in comparison to your blindness.

I don't talk to you about compensations and patience.

That's the gabble of people who are comfortable and haven't suffered.