“Oh—oh, I’m so glad.”
“Yes—he’s a nice little man. He was most dreadfully upset.”
“What can he do?”
“How do you mean dear?”
“Well in general?”
“He’s going to do everything dear. I’m not to worry.”
“How splendid!”
“He came in first thing and saw how things stood and came in again at the end of the morning with these things. He’s sending me some wine, from his own cellar.”
Miriam gazed, her thoughts tumbling incoherently.
“He was most dreadfully upset. He could not write his sermon. He kept thinking it might be one of his own sisters in the same sitawation. He couldn’t rest till he came back.”