Robin

Chapter 25

Dowie put her to bed as she had done when she was a child, feeling as if

the days in the nursery had come back again. She saw gradually die out

of the white face the unnatural restraint which she had grieved over. It

had suggested the look of a girl who was not only desolate but afraid

and she wondered how long she had worn it and what she had been most

afraid of.

In the depths of her comfortable being there lay hidden a maternal

pleasure in the nature of her responsibility. She had cared for young

mothers before, and that she should be called to watch over Robin, whose

child forlornness she had rescued, filled her heart with a glowing. As

she moved about the room quietly preparing for the comfort of the night

she knew that the soft dark of the lost eyes followed her and that it