"Out of the strong shall come forth sweetness." The words rushed into her mind.

She hoped, as one who wished him well, that he would marry soon and happily.

And the woman who married him would find it no tame future.
Suddenly Delaine's warnings occurred to her.

She laughed, a little hysterically.
Could anyone have shown himself more helpless, useless, incompetent, than Arthur Delaine since the accident?
Yet he was still on the spot.
She realised, indeed, that it was hardly possible for their old friend to desert them under the circumstances.

But he merely represented an additional burden.
A knock at the sitting-room door disturbed her.