“You have a son?”
“I had——”
“I ask your pardon for the interruption; say on.”
“My little boy was playing in the street, when a chariot was driven rapidly down the hill, and I saw that he would be under the horses’ feet, so I made a dart to save him.”
“And then?”
“I was too late to rescue him, and I fell, and the wheel went over me. I have been unable to rise since.”
“What! like this for all these months! What say the doctors?”
“Alack, lady! they give me no hope.”
“But for how long may this last?”
“I cannot say.”