"He's out driving," said his mother.
"In the tandem ?" asked Hiram.
"Yes," replied Ellen, knowing nothing of the last development of the strained relations between her husband and her "boy." "Then he hasn't gone to work ?" "He's stayed close to the house ever since you were taken sick, Hiram," said she, with gentle reproach.

"He's been helping me nurse you." Hiram did not need to inquire how little that meant.

He knew that, when anyone Ellen Ranger loved was ill, she would permit no help in the nursing, neither by day nor by night.

He relapsed into his brooding over the problem which was his sad companion each conscious moment, now that the warning "Put your house in order" had been so sternly emphasized.
The day Dr.Schulze let them bring him down to the first floor, Mrs.
Hastings--"Mrs.Fred," to distinguish her from "Mrs.Val"-- happened to call.

Mrs.Ranger did not like her for two reasons--first, she had married her favorite cousin, Alfred Hastings, and had been the "ruination" of him; second, she had a way of running on and on to everyone and anyone about the most intimate family affairs, and close-mouthed Ellen Ranger thought this the quintessence of indiscretion and vulgarity.