It's charming, isn't it?
when our troubles bring us more together.

Now go up to her." Edward kept a queer face, into which this succession of remarks introduced no light, but he finally moved, and it was only when he had almost reached the door that he stopped again.

"Of course you know he has sent her no end of books." "Mr.Longdon--of late?
Oh yes, a deluge, so that her room looks like a bookseller's back shop; and all, in the loveliest bindings, the most standard English works.

I not only know it, naturally, but I know--what you don't--why." "'Why' ?" Edward echoed.

"Why but that--unless he should send her money--it's about the only kindness he can show her at a distance ?" Mrs.Brook hesitated; then with a little suppressed sigh: "That's it!" But it still held him.