She leaned forward slightly and in her look there was actually something rather like a sort of timid prayer.
"Please let me," she said.

"Please let me--if you can!" "Let you!" was all that he could say.
"Let me try to help you to rest--to feel quiet and forget for just a little while.

It's such a small thing.

And it's all I can ever _try_ to do." "You do it very perfectly," he answered, touched and wondering.
"You have been kind to me ever since I was a child--and I did not know," she said.

"Now I know, because I understand.