If you ever have need of a friend, you know you are at liberty to write to me.' 'You are tired, my lady ?' He put this question more to dally with what he ought to be saying.
'Tolerably.

Your sister, the Countess, relieves me in the night.

I fancy my mother finds her the better nurse of the two.' Lady Jocelyn's face lighted in its gracious pleasant way, as she just inclined her head: but the mention of the Countess and her attendance on Mrs.Bonner had nerved Evan: the contrast of her hypocrisy and vile scheming with this most open, noble nature, acted like a new force within him.

He begged Lady Jocelyn's permission to speak with her in private.

Marking his fervid appearance, she looked at him seriously.
'Is it really important ?' 'I cannot rest, madam, till it is spoken.' 'I mean, it doesn't pertain to the delirium?
We may sleep upon that.' He divined her sufficiently to answer: 'It concerns a piece of injustice done by you, madam, and which I can help you to set right.' Lady Jocelyn stared somewhat.