She broke out.

It was not inevitable.

It was the curse of opportunity, the wrong thing popping up to drive her mad at the wrong moment.

Had the wrong thing come at the right time for her, when she was quite sane, she would be yonder now with our philosopher.

Perhaps she would not be contented if she were there, but she would be there; and as time goes on, to be where we were in all things which concern the affections, that is the great matter." "Ah, yes, ah, yes," was the bright-eyed reply of that Clerk, "there is no doubt of that! My sister and I there, we are fifty years together, never with the wrong thing at the wrong time, always the thing as it was, always to be where we were." The Judge shook his head.