“Of course, I have, my dear, and a wonderful young lady she is.”
“Well, she is in trouble. All the Aldworths are in trouble.”
“Are they indeed?” said Mrs Johnston. She could be sympathetic enough where anybody in the most remote degree connected with the St. Justs was concerned, in especial with Angela, whom she worshipped.
“I am sorry for that,” she said, “if it worries you. You ought to have no worries.”
“But why not? But I’m not exactly worried, only, of course, I want to help them, and I am quite sure it will all come right in the end. I feel like that about everything.”
“You are a very blessed girl,” said the old lady.
Angela smiled.
“God is so good to me,” she said.
“Well, tell me all about it—what has put you out?”
“I have told you, have I not, about Mrs Aldworth? Well, you know, she is getting better. We managed to get her to Hurst Castle last week, and she is enjoying herself very much. Marcia is looking after her, and she is gradually getting more and more the use of her limbs, and a great specialist is coming from London to see her, and to give advice as to her future treatment. Everything except one now points to the possibility of a complete recovery.”