And while she fanned she thought of Derek as a little, black-haired, blazing-gray-eyed slip of a sallow boy, all little thin legs and arms moving funnily like a foal’s.  He had been such a dear, gentlemanlike little chap.  It was dreadful he should be forgetting himself so, and getting into such trouble.  And her thoughts passed back beyond him to her own four little sons, among whom she had been so careful not to have a favorite, but to love them all equally.  And she thought of how their holland suits wore out, especially in the elastic, and got green behind, almost before they were put on; and of how she used to cut their hairs, spending at least three-quarters of an hour on each, because she had never been quick at it, while they sat so good—­except Stanley, and darling Tod, who would move just as she had got into the comb particularly nice bits of his hair, always so crisp and difficult!  And of how she had cut off Felix’s long golden curls when he was four, and would have cried over it, if crying hadn’t always been silly!  And of how beautifully they had all had their measles together, so that she had been up with them day and night for about a fortnight.  And of how it was a terrible risk with Derek and darling Nedda, not at all a wise match, she was afraid.  And yet, if they really were attached, of course one must put the best face on it!  And how lovely it would be to see another little baby some day; and what a charming little mother Nedda would make—­if only the dear child would do her hair just a little differently!  And she perceived that Derek was asleep—­and one of her own legs, from the knee down.  She would certainly have bad pins and needles if she did not get up; but, since she would not wake him for the world, she must do something else to cure it.  And she hit upon this plan.  She had only to say, ‘Nonsense, you haven’t anything of the sort!’ and it was sure to go away.  She said this to her leg, but, being a realist, she only made it feel like a pin-cushion.  She knew, however, that she had only to persevere, because it would never do to give in.  She persevered, and her leg felt as if red-hot needles were being stuck in it.  Then, for the life of her, she could not help saying a little psalm.  The sensation went away and left her leg quite dead.  She would have no strength in it at all when she got up.  But that would be easily cured, when she could get to her bag, with three globules of nux vomica—­and darling Derek must not be waked up for anything!  She waited thus till Nedda came back, and then said, “Sssh!”

He woke at once, so that providentially she was able to get up, and, having stood with her weight on one leg for five minutes, so as to be quite sure she did not fall, she crossed back to the window, took her nux vomica, and sat down with her tablets to note down the little affairs she would require, while Nedda took her place beside the bed, to fan him.  Having made her list, she went to Nedda and whispered that she was going down to see about one or two little things, and while she whispered she arranged the dear child’s hair.  If only she would keep it just like that, it would be so much more becoming!  And she went down-stairs.