He had discovered what Tommy was, and as she had been the medium she could not blame him for that, but how could he look as calm as ever when such a deplorable thing had happened?
"What you say is true; I knew it before I asked you to go to him, and I knew you would find it out; but please to remember that he is a man of genius, whom it is not for such as you to judge." That was the sort of haughty remark she held ready for him while they talked of other cases; but it was never uttered, for by and by he said: "And then, there is Mr.Sandys's ankle.

A nasty accident, I am afraid." Was he jesting?
She looked at him sharply.

"Have you not been to see him yet ?" she asked.
He thought she had misunderstood him.

He had been to see Mr.Sandys twice, both last night and this morning.
And he was sure it was a sprain?
Unfortunately it was something worse--dislocation; further mischief might show itself presently.
"Haemorrhage into the neighbouring joint on inflammation ?" she asked scientifically and with scorn.
"Yes." Grizel turned away from him.

"I think not," she said.
Well, possibly not, if Mr.Sandys was careful and kept his foot from the ground for the next week.