She wants somebody to speak to about the funeral--and I said, 'There be Mr.Halifax, Miss March, the kindest gentleman'; and she said, 'if it wouldn't trouble him to come--'" "Tell her I am coming." When, after some time, he returned, he was very serious.
"Wait a minute, Phineas, and you shall hear; I feel confused, rather.
It is so strange, her trusting me thus.

I wish I could help her more." Then he told me all that had passed--how he and Mrs.Tod had conjointly arranged the hasty funeral--how brave and composed she had been--that poor child, all alone! "Has she indeed no one to help her ?" "No one.

She might send for Mr.Brithwood, but he was not friendly with her father; she said she had rather ask this 'kindness' of me, because her father had liked me, and thought I resembled their Walter, who died." "Poor Mr.March!--perhaps he is with Walter, now.

But, John, can you do all that is necessary for her?
You are very young." "She does not seem to feel that.

She treats me as if I were a man of forty.