She will be needing me, poor child.

I am grateful to you, Captain Tremayne, for your confidence and for telling me." And thus she left him very thoughtful, as concerned for Una as she was herself.
Now Una O'Moy was the natural product of such treatment.

There had ever been something so appealing in her lovely helplessness and fragility that all her life others had been concerned to shelter her from every wind that blew.

Because it was so she was what she was; and because she was what she was it would continue to be so.
But Lady O'Moy at the moment did not stand in such urgent need of Miss Armytage as Miss Armytage imagined.

She had heard the appalling story of her brother's escapade, but she had been unable to perceive in what it was so terrible as it was declared.