And, thank God, that sudden outburst when she tried to kill me seems to have entirely passed from her mind.

They don't think she remembers it at all.

But then the good days are rare, and are growing rarer, and often now she sits doing nothing at all but crying." Aunt Barbara laid her hand on him.
"Oh, my dear," she said.
Michael paused for a moment, his brown eyes shining.
"If only she could come back just for a little to what she was in January," he said.

"She was happier then, I think, than she ever was before.

I can't help wondering if anyhow I could have prolonged those days, by giving myself up to her more completely." "My dear, you needn't wonder about that," said Aunt Barbara.