"She has been so--I suppose you must call it--well all day, but the nurse isn't easy about her." Suddenly all his fears and his fatigue and his trouble looked out of his eyes.
"I'm frightened," he said, "and it's so unutterably feeble of me.

And I'm tired: you don't know how tired, and try as I may I feel that all the time it is no use.

My mother is slipping, slipping away." "But, my dear, no wonder you are tired," she said.

"Michael, can't anybody help?
It isn't right you should do everything." He shook his head, smiling.
"They can't help," he said.

"I'm the only person who can help her.