Her heart ached for the man.

She did not want him to be humbled.
When Granny Grimshaw came up with her tea, she was half-dressed.
"I couldn't sleep any longer," she said.

"It's dear of you to take such care of me.

But I'm quite all right.

Dear Granny, forgive me for giving you such a horrible Christmas Day!" She bent suddenly forward and kissed the wrinkled face.
"My dearie! My dearie!" said Granny Grimshaw.
And then, exactly how it happened neither of them ever knew, all in a moment Doris found herself folded close in the old woman's arms, sobbing her heart out on the motherly shoulder.
"You shouldn't cry, darling; you shouldn't cry," murmured Granny Grimshaw, softly patting the slim young form.