Miriam’s eyes fell before the sudden glance of Mrs. Green’s blue green eye. She must have seen her private vision of life in the great rich house ... misery, death with no escape. But they had Eve. Eve did not know what was killing her. She liked being tied to people.
“She is very nervous.”
“Yes. I know it’s only nerves. I’ve told her that.”
“But you don’t know what nerves are. They’re not just nothing....”
“You’re not nervous.”
“Don’t you think so?”
“Not in the way Hendie is. You’re a solid little person.”
Miriam laughed and thought of Germany and Newlands and Banbury Park. But this house would be a thousand times worse. There was no one in it who knew anything about anything. That was why when she was not too bad Eve thought it was good for her to be there.
“I think she’s very happy here.”
“I’m glad you think that. But something must be done. She can’t go on with these perpetual headaches and sleeplessness and attacks of weepiness.”