"Pauline, I think you'd better not arrange to go away to-morrow." "If you don't take me out of this house I shall go mad.

I have been thinking about it all day, and I know I shall." Richard was silent for a moment, then, with the wise instinct of affection, wonderful in man, and in a man who had had no experience in dealing with diseased or suffering minds, he acquiesced in my plan to go; told me that we would take the earliest train, and interested me in thoughts about my packing.

About nine o'clock he came to my room-door, and I heard some one with him.

It was the Doctor.
I turned upon Richard a fierce look, and said, very quietly, he might go away, for I would not see the Doctor.

After that, they tried me with Sophie, but with less success; and, finally, Richard came back alone, with a glass in his hand.
"Take this, Pauline, it will make you sleep." I wanted to sleep very much, so I took it.
Bettina had finished my packing, and had laid my travelling dress and hat upon a chair.
"Shall Bettina come and sleep on the floor, by your bed ?" asked Richard, anxiously.
"No, I would not have her for the world." "Maybe you might not wake in time," said Richard, warily.
That was very true: so I let Bettina come.