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"Madam," said Traverse, blushing ingenuously, "I hope you will forgive

me for saying that it is impossible any one could see you without

becoming deeply interested in your fate. Your face, Madam, speaks

equally of profound sorrows and of saintly resignation. I saw no sign

of madness there. In the calm depths of those sad eyes, lady, I knew

that the fires of insanity never could have burned. Pardon me that I

looked at you so closely; I was your physician, and was most deeply

anxious concerning my patient."

"I thank you; may the Lord bless you! Perhaps he has sent you here for

my relief, for you are right, young friend--you are altogether right; I

have been wild with grief, frantic with despair, but never for one hour

in the whole course of my life have I been insane."

"I believe you, Madam, on my sacred honor I do!" said Traverse,

fervently.

"And yet you could get no one about this place to believe you! They

have taken my brother-in-law's false story, indorsed as it is by the

doctor-proprietor, for granted. And just so long as I persist in

telling my true story, they will consider me a monomaniac, and so often

as the thought of my many wrongs and sorrows combines with the nervous

irritability to which every woman is occasionally subject, and makes me

rave with impatience and excitement, they will report me a dangerous

lunatic, subject to periodical attacks of violent frenzy; but, young

man, even at my worst, I am no more mad than any other woman, wild with

grief and hysterical through nervous irritation, might at any time

become without having her sanity called in question."

"I am sure that you are not, nor ever could have been, Madam. The

nervous excitement of which you speak is entirely within the control of

medicine, which mania proper is not. You will use the means that I

prescribe and your continued calmness will go far to convince even

these dullards that they have been wrong."

"I will do everything you recommend; indeed, for some weeks before you

came, I had put a constraint upon myself and forced myself to be very

still; but the effect of that was, that acting upon their theory they

said that I was sinking into the last or 'melancholy-mad' state of

mania, and they put me in here with the incurables."

"Lady," said Traverse, respectfully taking her hand, "now that I am

acquainted in some slight degree with the story of your heavy wrongs,

do not suppose that I will ever leave you until I see you restored to

your friends."