"Know what, dear ?" she said at last.
A quick frown drew Violet's forehead.

"Oh, you know what I mean.

Does he know about my going mad?
Have you told him ?" "My dearest,"-- keen distress rang in Olga's voice--"don't--don't talk like that! You're not mad! You're not mad!" Violet's frown changed into a very strange smile.

"Oh yes, but I am," she said.

"I've been mad for some time now.