I was not at all so ill as to require constant watching, but she hovered about my bed, applying remedies, tempting me with dainties, changing my pillows, shifting the blinds so as to keep the room cheerful, yet save my burning eyes from the light.

She would not be coaxed away from me even for an hour.

Mrs.Hill, though kind and sympathetic herself, in a different way, was dissatisfied, I think.

There were other guests, and she was a lady who took the duties of hospitality seriously to heart.

But Rachel, charming, even when provoking, knew how to manage her adopted mother.
There were whispered discussions between them, of which I, lying with closed eyes, was supposed to know nothing, and then Rachel would steal her graceful arm round Mrs.Hill's portly waist, and kiss her, and put her out of the room.