And yet, while my heart cried aloud in spite of me, and my nerves relieved themselves in this unpremeditated ebullition, I was all the time watching its effect as closely as though no word of it had been sincere.
Mrs.Braithwaite seemed frightened; not at all pitiful; and as I calmed down she recovered her courage and became insolent.

I had spoilt her night.

She had not been told she was to take in a raving lunatic.

She would speak to Squire Rattray in the morning.
"Morning ?" I yelled after her as she went.

"Send your husband to the nearest chemist as soon as it's dawn; send him for chloral, chloroform, morphia, anything they've got and as much of it as they'll let him have.
I'll give you five pounds if you get me what'll send me to sleep all to-morrow--and to-morrow night!" Never, I feel sure, were truth and falsehood more craftily interwoven; yet I had thought of none of it until the woman was at my door, while of much I had not thought at all.