‘This is very serious,’ he said. And then, at the end of a long silence, he said again, ‘This is very serious—perhaps far more serious than we think.’
‘Not more serious than I think. I ought to have spoken about it to you before; but the subject is a delicate one. She hardly sleeps at all at night; she cries sometimes for hours; she works herself up into such fits of nervousness that she doesn’t know what she is saying,—accuses me of killing her, and then repents, declaring that I am the only one who has ever cared for her, and begs of me not to leave her. I do assure you it is becoming very serious.’
‘Have you any proposal to make regarding her? I need hardly say that I’m ready to carry out any idea of yours.’
‘You know what the cause of it is, I suppose?’
‘I do not know; I am not cer
