CHAPTER XI

IN DELIRIUM “A cripple for the rest of his life!” Helen shrank back as though she had received a physical blow. It was not possible—it could not be possible! Hugh, splendid, upstanding, brilliant Hugh, a cripple! She hid her face in her hands, as though by that means to shut from her mind the appalling thought. What would become of him, of his career, if that surgeon’s prediction were right? What would his mother do, this quiet woman sitting so stoically in the chair opposite her? But the optimism in Helen, that in…