"It is very kind of you: she has her mother and a nurse."
"Oh, won't you let me?"
"It does not rest with me. But why should you?"
"I—I once thought such horrid things of her. And—wasn't it splendid?"
Philip looked kindly at her.
"That will please her," he said, "and her friends."
"Mayn't I help?"
"I tell you what: poor Mrs. Roberts has no one but a hired nurse. Mrs. Hodge has run down for a minute, but of course she can't leave her daughter long."
"You mean I ought to go to her?"