She rose shakily to her feet, when the door closed behind Vivie, tottered forward to meet her, and exclaimed rather theatrically "My _daughter_ ...

come back to me ...

after all these years!" (a few tears ran down the rouged cheeks).
"Steady on, mother," said Vivie, propping her up, and feeling oh! so clean and pure and fresh and wholesome by contrast with this worn-out woman of pleasure.

"Lie down again on your sofa, go on with your _petit dejeuner_--which is surely rather late?
There were signs and appetizing smells of the larger meal being imminent as I passed through the hotel.

Now just lie down until you want to dress--if you like, I'll help you dress" (swallowing hard to choke down a little shudder of repulsion).