Paul arose, and took the dish from her with his usual gentleness.
"Let me carry it," he said. "Madame very tired."
Poor old madame! His kindness touched her like a new pang. She followed him to the bedroom and took the cup again.
"Sick lady there?" he whispered.
Mrs. Allen bent her head, she could not speak just then.
"Paul will help," continued the boy. "Paul nursed mamma once—please let him help the sweet mademoiselle."
The boy had caught a glimpse of Katharine's face, and his own brightened.
The old woman felt as if an angel had unexpectedly been sent to aid her in her misery—the pitying light in those beautiful eyes went to her heart like a blessing.
After that, every time she went in or out, Paul watched her movements and assisted her in his unobtrusive way, then crept back to Jube, and waited to see in what manner he could next express his desire to be of use.
"He goes about as handy as a pet kitten," said the officer at last, sorely perplexed in his mind. "Got a mother, little chap?"