Your argument is complete, and if I were free to speak I should not hesitate a moment, but I am not my own master in the matter.

I can only ask you to trust me.

If I am refused, the responsibility does not rest with me." I thought it was now time to end the scene, which was becoming too comically grave, so I went towards the door, simply saying, "Come, my friends, we have work to do.

Goodnight." As, however, I got near the door, a new change came over the patient.
He moved towards me so quickly that for the moment I feared that he was about to make another homicidal attack.

My fears, however, were groundless, for he held up his two hands imploringly, and made his petition in a moving manner.