These reactions are precisely what concerned Hickox in her essay.
"There's no sense in our doing anything else, Mrs. Hickox," said Leicester, coming to his sister's rescue.
The ubiquitous Hickox appeared with the hand-bags, and Leicester handed him the keys.
Mr. Hickox appeared duly, and made everything all right as usual.
She, too, was encouraged by Mr. Hickox's continued assertions that it would be all right.
Mrs. Hickox was a nervous, fidgety woman, and waved her hands about in a continuous flutter.
