'You are only rather slow about it.

You are not troubling about your work or anything else, I hope, because the rent is paid, and there is plenty in the cupboard for Phoebe and Kitty.' 'I know you have paid the rent, and I shall never be grateful enough to you, doctor; for what should I have done, with this long illness making me behindhand with everything?
I am afraid Miss Garston puts her hand in her pocket sometimes.

I hope the Lord will bless you both for your goodness to two helpless women.

Ay, and he will bless you, doctor!' 'I am sure I hope so,' he returned, in a good-humoured tone, shaking her hand.

'There! mind what your nurse says, and keep yourself easy: you will find Phoebe a different person when you see her next.' I was afraid Phoebe would find her sister much changed when they met.
Miss Locke had greatly aged since her illness; her hair was much grayer, and her face was sunken, and I doubted whether she would ever be the same woman again.