One cannot touch the real nervous suffering: there is where I look to you for help; a little cheerful talk now and then may lighten her burden.

Anyhow, it would be a help for poor Miss Locke, who has a sad time of it trying to earn food for them both.

There is a little niece who lives with them, a subdued, uncanny little creature, who looks as though the childhood were crushed out of her; you might take her in hand too.' 'I wonder if Phoebe would like me to sing to her,' I observed quietly.
'I have found it answer sometimes in nervous illnesses.' I thought my remark surprised him.
'It is a good idea,' he said slowly.

'You might try it.

Of course it would depend a great deal on the quality of voice and style of singing.
I wonder if you would allow me to judge of this,'-- looking meaningly at the piano; but I shook my head at this, and he did not press the point.
We had very little talk after this, for he went away almost directly, first arranging to meet me at Mrs.Marshall's about four the next day and go with me to Woodbine Cottage.
'You will find plenty of work, Miss Garston,' were his final words, 'so do not waste your strength unnecessarily.' And then he left the room, but came back a moment afterwards to say that his sisters meant to call on me, only they thought I was hardly settled yet: 'we must get Mr.Cunliffe to bring you up to Gladwyn: we must not let you mope.' I thought there was little chance of this, with Uncle Max and Mr.Tudor always looking after me.