And groaned as he remembered, how the nurse,
Weeping, had looked afraid when he came home;
How she and the dark man she had for helper,
Bending above the sufferer, grew sad,
Grew guilty as he came, hearing with him
His little mother’s whimpers, and the cry—
Sudden, as if death were in the room—
Of Dora when she saw him. And his father’s
Feebleness—now he remembered that,
And groaned.