It's been gradually coming on, but to-day--to-day it is moving faster--much faster." Her low voice quickened.

"I haven't much sanity left, Allegro.

I can feel it slipping from me inch by inch like a paid-out rope.

Only enough left now to know that I am mad.

When I don't know that any longer, I shall have lost it all." "Dearest! Dearest!" moaned Olga.