"Then someone else is ill?"
"No, indeed. Be patient for a little time, and you shall see them all."
Kitty clasped her hands together with a sigh, and resigned herself to her position. She leaned back in the comfortably-cushioned seat for a time, and then roused herself to look out of the window. The night was a dark one: she could see little but vague forms of tall trees on either hand, but she felt by the motion of the carriage that they were going uphill.
"We have not much further to go, have we?" she asked.
"Some distance, I am sorry to say. Your father was removed to a farmhouse four miles from the station—the house nearest the scene of the accident."
"Four miles!" faltered Kitty. "I thought that it was close to the station."
"Is it disagreeable to you to drive so far with me?" said Hugo. "I will get out and sit on the box if you do not want me."
"Oh, no, I should not like you to do that," said Kitty. But in her heart, she wished that she had brought Mrs. Baxter's Janet.
Her next question showed some uneasiness, though of what kind Hugo could not exactly discover.
"Whose brougham is this?"