'What have you been doing now?' she asked him, wondering, and, as Hester thought, shrinking back a little. 'It's from Cicely'--he said apologetically. 'She made me bring it. She declared she'd sampled the sofa here,--' he pointed to an ancient one in a corner--'and it would disgrace a dug-out. It's her affair--don't blame me!' Nelly looked bewildered. 'But I'm not ill now. I'm getting well.' 'If you only knew what a ghost you look still,' he said vehemently, 'you'd let Cicely have her little plot. This used to stand in my mother's sitting-room. It was bought for her. Cicely had it put to rights.' As he spoke, he made a hasty mental note that Cicely would have to be coached in her part. Nelly examined the object. It was a luxurious adjustable couch, covered in flowery chintz, with a reading-desk, and well supplied with the softest cushions. She laughed, but there was rather a flutter in her laugh. 'It's awfully kind of Cicely. But you know--' Her eyes turned on Farrell with a sudden insistence. Hester had just left the room, and her distant voice--with other voices--could be heard in the garden. '--You know you mustn't--all of you--spoil me so, any more. I've got my life to face. You mean it so kindly--but--' She sank into a chair by the window that Farrell had placed for her, and her aspect struck him painfully. There was so much weakness in it; and yet a touch of fierceness. 'I've got my life to face,' she repeated--'and you mustn't, Sir William--you _mustn't_ let me get too dependent on you--and Cicely--and Hester. Be my friend--my true friend--and help me--' She bent forward, and her pale lips just breathed the rest-- 'Help me--_to endure hardness_! That's what I want--for George's sake--and my own. I must find some work to do. In a few months perhaps I might be able to teach--but there are plenty of things I could do now. I want to be just--neglected a little--treated as a normal person!' She smiled faintly at him as he stood beside her. He felt himself rebuked--abashed--as though he had been in some sort an intruder on her spiritual freedom; had tried to purchase her dependence by a kindness she did not want. That was not in her mind, he knew. But it was in Hester's. And there was not wanting a certain guilty consciousness in his own. But he threw it off. Absurdity! She _did_ need his friendship; and he had done what he had done without the shadow of a corrupt motive--_en tout bien, tout honneur_.