I have done what I could.' 'I'm sure you have.' 'But it's so hard--when every word of comfort sounds heartless--when it's kindest to say nothing----' 'We won't talk about it, dear.

You yourself--I can see what you have gone through.

You must get away as soon as possible; this gloomy weather makes everything worse.' She paused, and with an air of discreet interest awaited Alma's reply.
'Yes, I hope to get away.

I shall see if it's possible.' The girl's look strayed with a tired uncertainty; her hands never ceased to move and fidget; only the habits of good breeding kept her body still.
'Of course, it is too soon for you to have made plans.' 'It's so difficult,' replied Alma, her features more naturally expressive, her eyes a little brighter.

'You see, I am utterly dependent upon Mamma.