"It's high time poor little Miss Lawless was sent away from London.

She's not fit for war work now or for anything but lying in bed in a quiet place where she can get fresh country air and plenty of fresh eggs, and good milk and chicken broth.

And she needs a motherly woman like you to watch her carefully." "Does she look as delicate as all that ?" said Dowie concernedly.
"She'll lie in the graveyard in a few months if something's not done.
I've seen girls look like her before this." And Mrs.James said it almost sharply.
But even with this preparation and though Lord Coombe had spoken seriously of the state of the girl's health, Dowie was not ready to encounter without a fearful sense of shock what she confronted a little later when she went to Robin's sitting room as she was asked to.
When she tapped upon the door and in response to a faint sounding "Come in" entered the pretty place, Robin rose from her seat by the fire and came towards her holding out her arms.
"I'm so glad you came, Dowie dear," she said, "I'm _so_ glad." She put the arms close round Dowie's neck and kissed her and held her cheek against the comfortable warm one a moment before she let go.

"I'm so _glad_, dear," she murmured and it was even as she felt the arms close about her neck and the cheek press hers that Dowie caught her breath and held it so that she might not seem to gasp.

They were such thin frail arms, the young body on which the dress hung loose was only a shadow of the round slimness which had been so sweet.
But it was when the arm released her and they stood apart and looked at each other that she felt the shock in full force while Robin continued her greetings.
"Did you leave Henrietta and the children quite well ?" she was saying.
"Is the new baby a pretty one ?" Dowie had not been one of those who had seen the gradual development of the physical change in her.