He had not seen a woman weep like this in so many years that he had forgotten the remedies.
Should he call the nurse?
But that would only add to Kitty's embarrassment, and the nurse would naturally misinterpret the situation.
He couldn't kneel and put his arms round her; and yet it was a situation that called for arms and endearments.

He had sense enough to recognize that.

Molly's girl crying like that, and he able to do nothing! It was intolerable.

But what was she weeping about?
Covering the divan was a fine piece of Bokhara embroidery.

He drew this down over Kitty and tucked her in, turned off the light, and proceeded to his bedroom.
Kitty's sobs died eventually.