Perhaps next week or a week later.

Things must be prepared for her comfort." Lady Lothwell went home and talked a little to Kathryn who listened with sympathetic intelligence.
"It would have been better not to have noticed her poor little wrists," she said.

"Years ago I believe that telling people that they looked ill and asking anxiously about their symptoms was regarded as a form of affection and politeness, but it isn't done at all now." "I know, mamma!" Kathryn returned remorsefully.

"But somehow there was something so pathetic in her little thin hand writing so fast--and the way her eyelashes lay on a sort of hollow of shadow instead of a soft cheek-- I took it in suddenly all at once-- And I almost burst out crying without intending to do it.

Oh, mamma!" throwing out her hand to clutch her mother's, "Since--since George--! I seem to cry so suddenly! Don't--don't you ?" "Yes--yes!" as they slipped into each other's arms.