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The moment of parting came。 Then Alfred solemnly forgave Dr。 Wycherley for signing away his wits； and thanked him for all his kindness and humanity。 〃We shall never meet again； I fear；〃 said he； 〃I feel a weight of foreboding here about my heart I never felt before； yet my trials have been many and great。 I think the end is at hand。〃 Dr。 Wolf's keepers received him； and their first act was to handcuff him。 The cold steel struck into him deeper than his wrist； and reminded him of Silverton Grove； he could not suppress a shudder。 The carriage rolled all through London with him。 He saw the Parks with autumn's brown and golden tints： he saw the people； some rich； some poor； but none of them prisoners。 He saw a little girl all rags。 〃Oh if I could be as ragged as you are；〃 he said； 〃and free。〃
At last they reached Drayton Housea huge old mansion； fortified into a jail。 His handcuffs were whipped off in the yard。 He was ushered into a large gloomy drawing…room。 Dr。 Wolf soon came to him； and they measured each other by the eye like two prize…fighters。 Dr。 Wolf's eye fell under Alfred's； and the latter felt he was capable of much foul play。 He was one of the old bull…necked breed： and contained the bull…dog and the spaniel in his single nature。 〃I hope you will be comfortable here； sir；〃 said he doggedly。
〃I will try； sir。〃
〃The first…class patients dine in half an hour。〃
〃I will be ready； sir。〃
〃Full dress in the evening； there are several ladies。〃 Alfred assented by a bow。 Dr。 Wolf rang a bell； and told a servant to show Mr。 Hardie his room。
He had just time to make his toilet when the bell rang for dinner。
As he went down a nurse met him； held up something white to him as she came； lowered it quickly； and dropped it at his feet in passing。
It was a billet…doux。
It was twisted into a pretty shape； scented and addressed to Mr。 Hardie； in a delicate Italian hand； and in that pale ink which seems to reflect the charming timidity of the fair who use it。
He wondered； carried it into a recess； then opened it and read it。 It contained but this one line
_〃Drink nothing but water at dinner。_〃
These words in that delicate Italian hand sent a chill through Alfred。 What on earth was all this？ Was he to be poisoned？ Was his life aimed at now instead of his reason？ What was this mysterious drama prepared for him the very moment he set his foot in the place； perhaps before？ A poisoner； and a friend！ Both strangers。 He went down to dinner： and contrived to examine every lady and gentleman at the table。 But they were all strangers。 Presently a servant filled his glass with beer； he looked and saw it was poured from a small jug holding only his portion。 Alfred took his ring off his finger； and holding the glass up dropped his ring in。
〃What is that for？〃 inquired one or two。
〃Oh； my ring has a peculiar virtue； it tells me what is good for me。 Ah！ what do I see？ My ruby changes colour。 Fetch me a clean glass。〃 And he filled it with water from a caraffe。 〃No； sir； leave the beer。 I'll analyse it in my room after dinner。 I'm a chemist。〃
Dr。 Wolf changed colour； and was ill at ease。 Here was a bold and ugly customer。 However； he said nothing； and felt sure his morphia could not be detected in beer by any decomposer but the stomach。 Still he was rather mystified。
In the evening Alfred came dressed into the drawing…room； and found several gentlemen and ladies there。 One of the ladies seemed to attract the lion's share of male homage。 Her back was turned to Alfred： but it was a beautiful back； with great magnificent neck and shoulders； and a skin like satin； she was tall but rounded and symmetrical； had a massive but long and shapely white arm； and perfect hand： and masses of thick black hair sat on her grand white poll like a raven on a marble pillar。
It was not easy to get near her； for the mad gentlemen were fawning on her all round； like Queen Elizabeth's courtiers。
However； Dr。 Wolf； seeing Alfred standing alone； said； 〃Let me introduce you；〃 and took him round to her。 The courtiers fell back a little。 The lady turned her stately head； and her dark eyes ran lightly all over Alfred in a moment。
He bowed； and blushed like a girl。 She curtseyed composedly and without a symptom of recognitiondeep water runs stilland Dr。 Wolf introduced them ceremoniously。
〃Mr。 HardieMrs。 Archbold。〃
CHAPTER XLI
ON Alfred's leaving Silverton； Mrs。 Archbold was prostrated。 It was a stunning blow to her young passion； and left her weary； desolate。
But she was too strong to lie helpless under disappointed longings。 Two days she sat stupefied with the heartache； after that she bustled about her work in a fervour of half…crazy restlessness； and ungovernable irritability； quenched at times by fits of weeping。 As she wept apart； but raged and tyrannised in public； she soon made Silverton House Silverton Oven； especially to those who had the luck to be of her sex。 Then Baker timidly remonstrated； at the first word she snapped him up and said a change would be good for both of them。 He apologised； in vain： that very day she closed by letter with Dr。 Wolf； who had often invited her to be his 〃Matron。〃 Her motive； half hidden from herself； was to be anywhere near her favourite。
Installed at Drayton House； she waited some days； and coquetted woman…like with her own desires； then dressed neatly but soberly； and called at Dr。 Wycherley's； sent in a note explaining who she was with a bit of soft sawder； and asked to see Alfred。
She was politely but peremptorily refused。 She felt this rebuff bitterly。 She went home stung and tingling to the core。 But Bitters wholesome be： offended pride now allied with strong good sense to wither a wild affection； and； as it was no longer fed by the presence of its object； her wound healed； all but the occasional dull throbbing that precedes a perfect cure。
At this stage of her convalescence Dr。 Wolf told her in an off…hand way that Mr。 Hardie； a patient of doubtful insanity； was coming to his asylum； to be kept there by hook or by crook。 （She was entirely in Wolf's confidence； and he talked of these things to her in English。） The impenetrable creature assented outwardly； with no sign of emotion whatever； but one flash of the eye； and one heave of the bosom swiftly suppressed。 She waited calmly and patiently till she was alone； then yielded to joy and triumph； they seemed to leap inside her。 But this very thing alarmed her。 〃Better for me never to see him again；〃 she thought。 〃His power over me is too terrible。 Ah； good…bye to the peace and comfort I have been building up！ He will scatter them to the winds。 He has。〃
She tried not to think of him too much。 And； while she was so struggling； Wolf let out that Alfred was to have morphia at dinner the first daymorphia； the accursed drug with which these dark men in these dark places coax the reason away out of the head by degrees； or with a potent dose stupefy the victim； then act surprise； alarm； and make his stupor the ground for applying medical treatment to the doomed wretch。 Edith Archbold knew the game； and at the word morphia； Pity and Passion rose in her bosom irresistible。 She smiled in Dr。 Wolf's face； and hated him； and secretly girt herself up to baffle him； and protect Alfred's reason； and win his heart through his gratitude。
She received him as I have related； to throw dust in Dr。 Wolf's eyes： but she acted so admirably that some went into Alfred's。 〃Ah；〃 thought he； 〃she is angry with herself for her amorous folly； and； with the justice of her sex； she means to spite poor me for it。〃 He sighed； for he felt her hostility would be fatal to him。 To give her no fresh offence； he fell into her manner； and treated her with a world of distant respect。 Then again； who else but she could have warned him against poison？ Then again； if so； why look so cold and stern at him？ He cast one or two wistful glances at her； but the artful woman of thirty was impenetrable in public to the candid man of twenty…one。 Even her passion could not put them on an equality。
That night he could not sleep。 He lay wondering what would be the next foul practice； and how he should parry it。
He wrote next morning to the Commissioners that two of their number； unacquainted with the previous proceedings of the Board； had been surprised into endorsing an order of transfer to an asylum bearing a very inferior character to Dr。 Wycherley's； the object of this was clearly foul play。 Accordingly； Dr。 Wolf had already tried to poison his reason； by drugging his beer at dinner。 He added that Dr。 Wycherley had now signed a certificate of his sanity； and implored the Board to inspect it； and discharge him at once； or else let a solicitor visit him at once； and take the requisite steps towards a public inquiry。
While waiting anxiously for the answer； it cost him all his philosophy to keep his heart from eating itself。 But he fought the good fight of Reason； he invited the confidences of the quieter mad people； and established a little court； and heard their grievances； and by impartial decisions and good humour won the regard of the moderate patients and of the attendants； all but three； Rooke； the head keeper； a morose burly ruffian； Hayes； a bilious su
