Molyneaux shook his head with becoming gravity.
"Nothing, Mr. Milbanke. The injuries to the ribs and hip we might have coped with, but the seat of the trouble lies deeper. The internal——"
But Milbanke held up his hand.
"I beg you to give me no details," he said weakly. "This—this is a great shock to me."
He covered his face with his hands and sat silent for a few seconds.
Molyneaux tapped lightly upon the table with his finger-tips.
"It was merely that your mind might be fully satisfied, Mr. Milbanke——" he said a trifle pompously.
Milbanke started.
"Forgive me! I understand—I fully understand. It is only the thought of what lies before us—the thought of his children's grief——"
Molyneaux made a gracious gesture of comprehension.