The captain answered by a solemn affirmative inclination of the head.
“Then you have two nervous sufferers in the house, Mr. Bygrave?”
“Yes, ma’am—two. My wife and my niece.”
“That is rather a strange coincidence of misfortunes.”
“It is, ma’am. Very strange.”
In spite of Mrs. Lecount’s resolution not to be offended, Captain Wragge’s exasperating insensibility to every stroke she aimed at him began to ruffle her. She was conscious of some little difficulty in securing her self-possession before she could say anything more.
“Is there no immediate hope,” she resumed, “of Miss Bygrave being able to leave her room?”
“None whatever, ma’am.”
“You are satisfied, I suppose, with the medical attendance?”
“I have no medical attendance,” said the captain, composedly. “I watch the case myself.”