"Misfortunes never come singly," resumed Hill, quitting the subject with a sort of grunt. "Mrs. Freeman could not have fallen ill at a worse time."
"And now I am disabled! Temporarily, at least."
"Oh, well, sir, let's hope for the best," cried she, getting up from her knees. "When troubles come, the only plan is to look them steadily in the face, and meet them bravely."
"It is rather curious, though," cried Mr. Chandos, looking at Hill.
"What is, sir?"
"That I should be laid aside now. It has been so each time. There's something more than chance in it."
Hill appeared to understand. I did not. As she was quitting the room, Hickens came in.
"Mr. Dexter has called, sir," he said. "Would you like to see him?"
"Does he want anything particular?" asked Mr. Chandos.
"No business, sir. He heard of this accident to you, and hurried here," he says.