He brought her presents and sweets which made her ill.

And always in the presence of Mrs.Munty they appeared as strangers.
The day came when Nancy achieved her desire--they had their great adventure.
IV A fine summer morning came, and with it, in a bowler hat, at the nursery door, the hour being about eleven, Mr.Munty Boss.
"I'll take Nancy this morning, nurse," he said, with a strange, choking little "cluck" in his throat.

Now, the nurse, although, as I've said, of a shining and superficial appearance, was no fool.

She had watched the development of the intrigue; her attitude to the master of the house was composed of pity, patronage, and a rather motherly interest.

She did not see how her mistress could avoid her attitude: it was precisely the attitude that she would herself have adopted in that position, but, nevertheless, she was sorry for the man.