The only person in whose favour the rule ever relaxed, was Ransom.
June was left with a divided mind, between the dumb indignation which had never known speech, and an almost equally speechless concern.

Daisy as soon as she was free had made her way to the window; there the child was, on her knees, her head on her window sill, and weeping as if her very heart were melting and flowing away drop by drop.

And June stood like a dark statue, looking at her; the wrinkles in her forehead scarce testifying to the work going on under it.

She wanted first of all to see Daisy in bed; but it seemed hopeless to speak to her; and there the little round head lay on the window-sill, and the moonbeams poured in lovingly over it.

June stood still and never stirred.
It was a long while before Daisy's sobs began to grow fainter, and June ventured to put in her word and got Daisy to lay herself on the bed again.