How considerate, how patient, how self-forgetful he had always been.

She wanted to mother him.

To take him in her arms and croon over him, hushing away remembrance of the old sad days.
Folk's words came back to her: "And poor Jack Allway.

Tell him I thank him for all those years of love and gentleness." She gave him the message.
Folk had been right.

He was not offended.