“No. If you want help——” Mrs. Gracedew, still musing, explained.
“Yes?”
“Well—you want a great deal.”
“Oh, so much!”—Cora but too woefully took it in. “I want,” she quavered, “all there is!”
“Well—you shall have it.”
“All there is?”—she convulsively held her to it.
Mrs. Gracedew had finally mastered it. “I’ll see your father.”
“You dear, delicious lady!” Her young friend had again encompassed her; but, passive and preoccupied, she showed some of the chill of apprehension. It was indeed as if to meet this that Cora went earnestly on: “He’s intensely sympathetic!”
“Your father?” Mrs. Gracedew had her reserves.
“Oh, no—the other person. I so believe in him!” Cora cried.