I pulled my hand away. Will you listen to me? You have got me here, by mistake.

I tried to speak. Help! Help! I tried to say. But the spoon made me gobble like a bird. It also made me dribble; and a bit of dribble flew out of my mouth and struck Dr Christies cheek. Perhaps he thought I had spat it. Anyway, he moved quickly back, and his face grew grim. He took out his handkerchief.

thought in horror, Two-and-twenty years!—and the thought must have shown on my face, for Miss Wilson said,

Dr Christie nodded. I think you are. Come, write me a line upon this paper.

Here you are, Cinderella, said the dark nurse, putting them on me. And then, looking me over: Well! You shall bounce like a ball all right, in those!

Dont mind them, Betty. They seek only to provoke you.

The woman worked her lips. She was old, and slight, and very pale in the cheek. She caught my eye, then glanced away as if ashamed.

But I slept, at last; and when next morning the doctors came back on their round with Nurse Spiller, I was ready.

Nurse Spiller spoke before I could.

I did not answer.

ill visit, and take a change of heart? They must let us see our vis-tors, you know; that is the law.

Heres your own name, Maud, they said. Thats pretty work, that is.

She had taken a handkerchief from her sleeve, and made signs that I should dry my face. The handkerchief was yellow with age, but soft; and the softness of it, and the kindness of her look— which, for all that she was mad, was the first piece of kindness that anyone had shown me since I came to the house—made me begin to cry again. Nurse Bacon looked over. Ive got my eye on you, she said to me. Dont think I havent. Then she settled back in her chair. Betty still worked grease into her fingers.

She sat up, reading, and the light of her lamp shone in my eyes. Even when, after hours and hours, she put down her magazine and took off her apron and gown and got into her bed, she left a light still burning, so she could see us if we stirred in the night; and then she went straight to sleep and started snoring. Her snores were like the sound of a file on iron; and made me more homesick than ever.

Dont be frightened, she said, of— Dont turn your head! Hush! Hush! I felt her breath on my neck. Dont be frightened, she said, of your soup.

The room she took us into was not a proper room, but had been made, by the building of a wooden wall, inside another.—For, as I said, that house had been all chopped up and made crazy. The wooden wall had glass at the top, that let in light from a window beyond it, but the room had no window of its own. The air was close. There were four beds in it, along with a cot where a nurse slept. Three of the beds had women beside them, getting dressed. One bed was bare.

She ducked her head while the nurses laughed, and cast a few sly looks at my feet—as if to see for herself how quick they might be, really. At last one of the other two women said quietly,

Then she stood, darker-faced than ever, and sweating.

Mind, now, you remember your manners, they said as we walked. Start going off your head again, we shall have you back in the pads, or plunge you.

You have written Susan, said Dr Christie. Why is that?

I am not Maud Rivers! My name is Susan—

Good morning, my nurses answered.

Fancies, Mrs Rivers. If you might only hear yourself! Terrible plots? Laughing villains? Stolen fortunes and girls made out to be mad? The stuff of lurid fiction! We have a name for your disease. We call it a hyper-aesthetic one. You have been encouraged to overindulge yourself in literature; and have inflamed your organs of fancy.

You are not ready to admit that you are Maud Rivers. Hmm? That is quite a different thing. And when you are ready to admit to it, our work shall be done. Until then—

Thats for cracking my face, she said. Be glad we aint on stairs, or a roof. Crack me again—who knows?—we might be. She pulled her canvas apron straight, and leaned and caught hold of my collar. Right, lets have this gown off. You may look like thunder, too. Thats nothing to me. Why, what small little hooks! And my hands hard, is it? Used to better, are you? I should say you are, from what Ive heard. She laughed. Well, we dont keep ladies maids, here. We has Mr Hedges and Mr Bates. They still stood, watching, at the door. Shall I call them over?

A lady said, You shant see the doctors now. They come only in the mornings. Dont you know?

But now I was almost weeping. Dr Christie began to look grim. I have let you say too much, he said. You are growing excited. We cannot have that. We must have calm, at all times. These fancies of yours—

Maud Lilly! Dont you hear me? Maud Lilly and Richard Rivers. They have put me here—they have cheated and tricked me—they have made you think me her, and her me!

She looked about her, in a sort of fear. You must not say such things, in here. You must be good. Dont you know, that they have ways of taking you, of binding you— That they have water—

until our course of treatment is decided. Mrs Rivers, my pencil if you please. Ladies, good-day.

Young, to be mad.

I supposed she meant to strip me bare; which I would rather die first, than endure. I got on to my knees and twisted from her.

It was that glove of Mauds, that I had taken that morning from her things and meant to hold on to, as a keepsake of her.

And when I was free, I would go to wherever Maud Lilly was, and—wasnt I my mothers own daughter, after all?—I would kill her.

Oh! I said, twisting my hands together. (See her colour change now, Dr Graves, he said softly.) She wept, to trick you! Shes nothing but an actress!

Thats enough! Nurse Bacon said. And you, Miss Muffet—she meant me—stop stirring up the ladies.

She was speaking of Maud, not me. You bring her here. You show her my face, see what she says then. Bring anyone here that has known Maud Lilly and me. Bring Mrs Stiles, the housekeeper at Briar. Bring old Mr Lilly!

She waved her hand, and looked for a moment so mad, my heart quite sank.

I cant, I said.

I said, If youll only not touch me, Ill go with you, wherever you want.

all madhouse things. The corset had hooks instead of laces, and was too big for me.—Never mind, they said, laughing. They had chests like boats. Plenty of room for growing in. The gown was meant to be a tartan, but the colours had run. The stockings were short, like a boys. The shoes were of india-rubber.

I looked at the door. Nurse Spiller had left it open, and I wondered if I might reach it if I ran. But from the room next to

I shuddered and slowed my step, then almost stumbled. The india-rubber boots were hard to walk in.

You shant have it! I cried, snatching it back. They had taken my clothes and my shoes; but I had walked and torn and bitten that glove all night, it was all I had to keep my nerve up. I had the idea that, if they were to take it, I should be like a Samson shorn. Perhaps they noticed a look in my eye.

There she is! I cried, lifting my hand and pointing. There she is! Dont let her go! Dont you fucking let her go—!

You must not think you shall stay so long as that. Mrs Price comes, every year; but her husband has her home again, when the worst of her spells are past. It was a husband, I think, who signed your order? It is my brother who keeps me here. But men want wives, when they may do without their sisters. Her hand rose. I would speak plainer, if I could. My tongue— You understand.

Sir, I said. Sir, I—

I stared at her. Then I looked at Nurse Bacon. Is that true? I asked. Nurse Bacon nodded. I began to weep again. Then, God help me, Im done for! I cried. For that shyster never, never will!

But here, for the first time, I faltered.

Again they stood and looked me over.

I had grown up in the Borough, surrounded by every kind of desperate dodger and thief; but I had had Mrs Sucksby for a mother, and had never been hit. The blow knocked me almost out of my head. I put my hands to my face, and lay down in a crouch; but she got the gown off me anyway—I suppose she was used to getting gowns off lunatics, and had a trick for it; and next she got hold of my corset and took that. Then she took my garters, and then my shoes and stockings, and finally my hair-pins.

Have you been here very long? I asked, when her fluttering hand had fallen.

Who are your people?

I should like to see you blush, you phantom! she said.

You may hold it better than that, I think, he said.

Listen to me, I said quietly. I must get out of here, quick as I can. I have people in London, with money. Ive a mother. Youve been here so long, you must know of a way. What is it? Ill pay you fork, I swear.

God help me, I said at last, as he turned away, if I can read two words in a row! As for writing—give me a pencil, and Ill put you

A curb.

I sat among them, and ate the dinner I was served. It was soup, as Miss Wilson had said, and I saw her looking at me, nodding her

Her husband, I tell you! I saw them married. You may find out the vicar that did it. You may bring Mrs Cream!

My people are thieves, I said miserably.

Its this, or cut it, the dark nurse said when I struggled; and no skin off my nose either way.

It was Gentlemans fancy, I said, thrown off. That devil—!

For Gods sake, I cried, wont you hear me? They have tricked me, they have tricked me—!

Of course you can. Sit neatly on the bed and rest the paper on your knee. That is how we sit to write, is it not? You know it is. Now, write me your name. You can do that, at least. You have told us so. Go on.

You must not touch my coat, he said, his voice grown sterner.

He would say that, I knew it. But Mrs Sucksby wouldnt believe him. She would see through him like he was glass. She would hunt me out. She had not kept me seventeen years to lose me now, like this! She would look in every house in England, until she found me!

I supposed she guessed I had been trying to escape. I went back to my bed. She stood at the door with the other nurse, and said something to her in a murmur. The other nurse wrinkled her nose. Then they looked me over in the same cool, nasty way that I had seen other nurses look at me, before.

Only in there. They made me put it. He showed me how! Dont you see?

Slept? No, I—

Shy? said Nurse Spiller, yawning. Dont waste our time. And you, a married lady.

He had made to shake me off. Now he turned a little to me.

That is right. A curb. Very good. Draw it tight. Nurse Spiller— He turned and called the nurse to him, and spoke to her quietly. Miss Wilson put her hands to her mouth, as if to feel for a chain; and again, she caught my eyｗｗw•99ｌｉｂ•nｅte, and her fingers fluttered, and she seemed ashamed.

Thieves! Devils!

The woman beside me, however, beckoned me close.

Shes becoming demented, said Dr Christie. I thought he was talking about her. Then I saw he meant me. He took a whistle from his pocket and gave it a blow.

He took her wrist, all the time murmuring to Dr Graves, who finally made some note in his book. Then they walked to the pale old lady.

Nurse Bacon looked round and stared.

head, as I supped it; but I would not catch her eye. I would not catch anyones eye. I had been drugged and stupid, before; now I was back in a sort of fright—a sort of fever of fright—sweating, and twitching, and wild. I looked at the doors and windows—I think, if I had seen a window of plain glass, I should have run through it. But the windows all had bars on. I dont know what we should have done in a fire. The doors had ordinary locks, and with the right sort of tools I suppose I might have picked them. But I hadnt any kind of tool—not so much as a hair-pin—and nothing to make one with. The spoons we ate our soup with were made of tin, and so soft, they might have been rubber. You could not have picked your nose with them.

You may call who you like, you great bitch, I said, in a pant. You aint having my dress.

He had begun to walk to the door of the room, with Dr Graves close behind him. My voice was broken, for Nurse Spiller had caught hold of me to keep me from following after. How dare you speak, she said, to the doctors backs! Dont pull from me! I should say youre wild enough to be put back in the pads. Dr Christie?

Thats what I thought, as I grew calmer. I thought I must only speak with the doctors and they would see their mistake and let me go; but that anyway, Mrs Sucksby would come, and I should get out like that.

What? I said. No.

Mrs Rivers. He took my hand about the wrist, not smiling. How are you?

Mrs Rivers? For Gods sake, how can I be her? I stood and saw her married. You came to me, and heard me speak. I—

I spoke to no-one, after that. When dinner was ended the nurses took us to a garden and made us walk about it for an hour. The garden had walls on every side, and a gate: the gate was locked, but you could see through its bars to the rest of the park that the house was set in. There were many trees there, some of them close to the great park wall. I made a note of that. I had never climbed a tree in my life, but how hard could it be? If I might get to a high enough branch I would risk breaking both my legs in a jump, if the jump meant freedom.

A tonic, for shattered nerves. You know this, Miss Wilson.

I did not sleep. From the rest of the house there came, every so often, queer noises—shouts, and running feet and, once, the blowing of the doctors whistle. At some hour of the night it began to rain, and the water went drip against the window. In the garden, a dog barked: I heard that and began to think, not of Maud, but of Charley Wag, of Mr Ibbs and Mrs Sucksby—of Mrs Sucksby in her bed, the empty place beside her, waiting for me. How long would she wait?

She could grumble like an engine. All the nurses there could. We had to be quiet, however. We had to lie still. If we didnt, they came and pinched or smacked us.—You, Maud, said Nurse Bacon, that first night, when I turned and trembled. Stop moving!

I would not let go of his coat. My voice was high, like the yelp of a dog. Nurse Spiller got her arm about my neck, and Dr Christie put his hands over mine and worked free my fingers. Dr Graves came to help him. At the feel of their hands, I shrieked. I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded. I shrieked, and Dr Christie got out his whistle, just like before. There was a bell rung. Mr Bates and Mr Hedges came running, in their brown-paper cuffs. Betty bellowed.

Nurse Bacon put her knuckles to her hips and rubbed them.

And as I did that, I saw something, pale upon the floor. It looked like a crumpled white hand, and it gave me a start, at first; then I saw what it was. It had fallen out of my bosom when the nurse had got the gown off me, and been kicked out of sight. There was the mark of a shoe upon it, and one of its buttons was crushed.

Where are you from? asked the first.

Ah, yes. You see, Mrs Rivers, the violence of the condition in which you arrived here. I hope you slept?

I am not used to holding pencils, I said.

Mrs Rivers, how are you? said Dr Christie, after he had given Betty her sugar and spent a minute looking over Mrs Price and Miss Wilson.

Ho! said the dark nurse then. Theres manners. Come with us, will you? Very grateful, Im sure.

He will do it like this . . .

canvas, too. The floor had oil-cloth on it. There was a single blanket, very much torn and stained. There was a little tin pot I was meant to piddle in. There was a window, high up, with bars on. Beyond the bars were curling leaves of ivy. The light came in green and dark, like the water in a pond.

At last I sat on the oil-cloth floor and cried. I cried, and my own tears stung me. I put my finger-tips to my cheek and felt about my

Watch your hands! called Dr Graves. She may snap.

And the season just beginning. That is very hard for you. And so young! Are you out?

She still held her chain of keys. The sight of them made me cry worse. She shook one free, and Betty took it to the nurses cupboard, unlocked the door, and brought out a jar of grease. The grease was white and hard, like lard. Betty sat, took a handful of it, and began to work it into Nurse Bacons swollen fingers. Nurse Bacon winced again. Then she sighed, and her face grew smooth.

So then we all fell silent. Betty worked the grease in for another minute or two, then put the jar away and went back to her bed. Miss Wilson bent her head and her gaze grew dark. Mrs Price now and then let out a murmur or a moan from behind her veil of hair. From the room next door there came a burst of ragged shrieking. I thought of Mr Ibbss sister. I thought of all my home, and all the people in it. I began, again, to sweat. I felt suddenly I think as a fly must feel, when wrapped in the thread of a spider. I got to my feet and walked from one wall of the room to the other, and back.

When it had grown so faint I could no longer hear it, I got to my feet. Then I fell down again. My legs had been pulled so hard they shook like things of rubber, and my head was ringing, from the punch. My hands were trembling. I was, not to put too fine a point on it, properly funked. I went, on my knees, to the door, to look at the key-hole. There was no handle. The door itself was covered in a dirty canvas, padded with straw; the walls were covered in padded

She pulled me and, when I tugged against her grip, Nurse Spiller came to help her. They got their hands beneath my arms and more or less lifted me, more or less dragged me, out of the room. When I kicked and complained—which I did, from the shock of it—Nurse Spiller got those great hard fingers of hers into my arm-pit, and jabbed. You cant see bruises in an arm-pit. I think she knew it. Shes off! she said, when I cried out.

I jumped at the sound. Dr Christie looked up at her. Thats enough, he said. Remember your tongue. What have you upon it?

They looked at me and laughed.

She answered in a whisper: I dont know, sir.

Yes?

Susan Smith, again!

Sharp-faced, she said, after a minute.

He tapped at his chin.

I said, Out?

Dear, dear. We cannot have that. I shall have the nurses give you a draught. You shall never grow well, without slumber.

It was the pale old lady, Miss Wilson. She had put out her hand to me. I saw it, and flinched.

Young, aint you?

Is that so? He had narrowed his eyes and was looking into my mouth. Teeth sound enough, I think. Gums may be putrid, however.—You must tell us, if they start troubling you.

Again, I hesitated. And then, because he watched so closely— and because, beyond him, Dr Graves and Nurse Spiller and Nurse Bacon, and even Mrs Price and Miss Wilson, also tilted their heads to see me do it—I wrote an S. Then I made a hazard at the other letters. The word went on and on, and grew larger as I wrote.

I hesitated, then wrote it. The paper tore beneath the lead. Dr

I wont stay here. You cant make me.

Sixteen? We should call you the child of the house, if it werent for Betty. Look here, Betty! Heres a fresh young lady, look, almost your age. I should say she can run very quick up and down a set of stairs. I should say shes got neat ways. Eh, Betty?

I think the tea—which tasted bitter—must have had a draught in it. I slept through a day—or it might have been two days; and when I finally came to myself, I came to stupid. I let them take me, stumbling, back to the room with the beds. Dr Christie made his tour, and held my wrist.

I opened my mouth. Then I closed it. For, what could I say? I still supposed that if I only told him the truth, he would believe it. But the truth was I had plotted to steal a ladys fortune; that I had made myself out a servant, when I was really a thief. If I had not been so afraid, and so tired, and so bruised from my night in the pads, I might have thought up a clever story. Now I could not think, at all. Nurse Bacon rubbed her hands and yawned. Dr Christie still watched me, with a humouring expression on his face.

Here she is.

What? The stout man had turned and was walking back towards us. I lifted my hand again, and waved it. Will you tell me, I said to him, where I can find Dr Christie? Sir? Please, sir?

And so, between the two of them, they got me ready; and then they took me to the room that was to be mine.

Susan Smith, I said finally.

Thats enough, said Nurse Spiller again. Dont you know what busy men the doctors are? Dont you think they got better things to do than hear all your nonsense? Get back!

To think I lay on the night of her wedding with a pillow over my head, so I should not hear the sound of her tears. To think that, if I had listened, I might have heard—might I? might I?—the sound of her sighs.

I clutched it again. Only hear me out, I beg you! Only let me tell you of the terrible plot I was made to be part of, by Richard Rivers. That devil! He is laughing at you, sir! He is laughing at all of us! He has stolen a fortune. He has fifteen thousand pounds!

All the doors had little plates screwed to them. We stopped at one of them, and Nurse Spiller gave a knock, then put a key to the lock and turned it. The key was a plain one, shined from use. She 9９ｌib•neｔkept it on a chain inside her pocket.

The new nurse looked at me, in a considering sort of way.

How soon would Gentleman go to her? What would he say? He might say I was dead. But then, if he said that, she would ask for my body, to bury.—I thought of my funeral, and who would cry most. He might say I was drowned or lost in marshes. She would ask for the papers to prove it. Could those papers be faked? He might say I had taken my share of the money, and cut.

I should have been sorry for her, at any other time; but for now, if they had laid her and ten more ladies like her down upon the floor and told me my way out was across their backs, Id have run it with clogs on. I waited only until Dr Christie had finished giving his instructions to the nurse, and then I licked my mouth and leaned and said,

Made a mess, she said loudly. She had a voice like a mans. Bad girl.

Your tongue, Miss Wilson! What do we keep upon it? Hmm?

I cant. I cant!

Ah.

They laughed again then, for quite a minute. Then they did this. They sat me in the chair and combed my hair and made it into plaits; and they took out a needle and cotton, and sewed the plaits to my head.

You have read too much.

We waited for about ten minutes, then there was a stir in the passage and Dr Christie and Dr Graves came walking very quickly into the room, their heads bent over Dr Gravess note-book.

I moved it in my fingers, and it fell. I picked it up. Watch her! Watch her! said Nurse Spiller again, ready to make another grab at me.

Keep her steady, said Dr Graves. Shes in a convulsion. She may put out her joints.

The man, I said, that has put me here, is a dreadful villain; and only pretends to be my husband.

I lay with Mauds white glove in my fist, and now and then put the tip of one of its fingers to my mouth, imagining Mauds soft hand inside it; and I bit and bit.

I said quietly,

Come, come, he said, this word is not difficult. And you know the first letter of it, we have seen you write that already.

Then I walked faster, to be nearer Nurse Bacon.

She worked her mouth; then said, after a minute:

And again, she showed her fist.

Dr Christie is busy, he said. Be quiet. He walked on.

Her voice had risen. Nurse Bacon looked over again, and curled her lip.

Ah, she said then. You shrink from me. I dont wonder at it. I am not quite in my right mind. You will grow used to that, here. Hush! Not a word. Nurse Bacon watches. Hush!

The water was cold. I wet my face and arms, then made to wash my feet.

Then we reached another room, with a ceiling of a paler shade of drab; and here they stopped. Careful, now, they said.

The other, who was dark, said,

Then I grew quiet. I was afraid I should be punched again. But I was also looking hard at the way we were taking—at the windows and the doors. Some doors had locks. All the windows had bars on. They looked over a yard. This was the back part of the house— what should have been, in a house like Briar, the servants part. Here it was given over to nurses. We met two or three of them as we walked. They wore aprons and caps, and carried baskets, or bottles, or sheets.

But the coach drove on, the wheels throwing up dust and gravel as the horse got up its speed; and the faster it went, the harder I think I fought. Now the other doctor came forward, to help Dr Christie. The woman in the apron came, too. They were trying to pull me closer to the house. I wouldnt let them. The coach was speeding, growing smaller. Theyre getting away! I cried. Then the woman got behind me and seized my waist. She had a grip on her like a mans. She lifted me up the two or three steps that led to the houses front door, as if I might be so many feathers in a bag.

Thats my head ringing for the rest of the day, said the other. And she gripped me tighter and shook me.

If Mrs Sucksby didnt come first.

She pulled a face, let out her breath, and her eyes closed. I

Nurse Spiller came forward. Thats enough from you, she said. You are wasting the doctors time.

Watch her, sir! said Nurse Spiller, when she saw the pencils point. Shes a sly one, this one!

Your property gone? she said, in a whisper. Mine, too. But see here. She showed me a ring that she wore, on a string, around her neck. It was gilt, and wanted stones. Heres my capital, she said. Heres my security. She tucked the ring beneath her collar, and touched her nose, and nodded. My sisters have taken the rest. They shant have this, however! Oh, no!

If only there was a window! I said. If only we might see out. And then: If only I had never left the Borough!

Two-and-twenty, said Nurse Bacon, still listening. For you were quite an old hand—were you not?—when I first come in as a young one. And that was fourteen years, this autumn.—Ah, press harder, Betty, there! Good girl.

Be quiet! he said again, moving past.

I stood and looked at it all, in a sort of daze—hardly believing, I think, that those were my cold feet on the oil-cloth floor; that it was my sore face, my arms, that the green light struck. Then I turned back to the door and put my fingers to it—to the key-hole, to the canvas, to the edge, anywhere—to try and pull it. But it was tight as a clam—and, what was worse, as I stood plucking at it I began to make out little dints and tears in the dirty canvas—little crescents, where the weave was worn—that I understood all at once must be the marks left by the finger-nails of all the other lunatics—all the real lunatics, I mean—who had been put in that room before me. The thought that I was standing, doing just what they had done, was horrible. I stepped away from the door, the daze slipped from me, and I grew wild with fright. I flung myself back, and began to beat at the padded canvas with my hands. Each blow made a cloud of dust.

You still press hard, Dr Christie said.

I aint Mrs Rivers!

He put his hand to his pocket and brought out a piece of sugar. She took it, and curtseyed.

And the rest, said the dark nurse. She dropped her voice. Shes the one—you know?

Please, sir, where are the doctors? Sir? May I see Dr Christie, sir?

Whats her trouble? Delusions?

Cast herself to the floor, Dr Christie, she said, while in the grip of her fit

Good girl, he said again. Then, moving past her: Mrs Price. The nurses tell me you have been giving in to tears. That is not good. What will your husband say? Shall he be pleased to think you melancholy? Hmm? And all your children? What shall they think?

Meanwhile, they had got me into the hall of the house and the sound of the whistle had brought another two men. They were pulling on brown paper cuffs over their coat-sleeves. They did not look like doctors. They came and caught hold of my ankles.

Well, we have heard them many times. You need not repeat them.

When I get out, youll be sorry! I said, as they closed the door on me. I got a mother in London. She is looking for me, in every house in the land!

I was still too ignorant then, of course, to know what the nasty look meant. God help me, though!—for I was to find out, soon enough.

Cracked Nancy on the cheek.

She led us to the dining-room. They were ringing a bell there, and as we went our line was joined by other nurses, with ladies from the rooms they watched in. I should say there were sixty or so ladies kept in that house; and they seemed to me now, after my spell in the pads, a vast and horrible crowd. They were dressed as I was—I mean badly, in all sorts of fashions; and this—and the fact that some had had their hair cut to their heads; and some had lost teeth, or had their teeth taken from them; and some had cuts and bruises, and others wore canvas bracelets or muffs—this made them look queerer than perhaps they really were. Im not saying they werent all mad, in their own fashions; and to me, just then, they looked mad as horse-flies. But there are as many different ways of being mad, after all, as there are of being crooked. Some were perfect maniacs. Two or three, like Betty, were only simpletons. One liked to shout bad words. Another threw fits. The rest were only miserable: they walked, with their eyes on the floor, and sat and turned their hands in their laps, and mumbled, and sighed.

I wiped my face. He wont come, I said. He knows that, if he did, I would kill him!

She was speaking of Maud.

Ah.

The men put down my legs. The woman took her arm from my neck and gave me a push. It was only a little push and yet, they had so pulled and shaken me about, I found I staggered and fell. I fell upon my hands. I opened my mouth and the spoon fell out. One of the men reached, quick, to take it. He shook the spit from it. Please, I said.

Dr Christie, I said, more loudly.

My name aint Maud, I answered. How many times do I have to tell you? It aint Maud Rivers!

Very good, he said to the men and the nurse, as he wiped his cheek. That will do. Now you may take her.

I had stepped after Dr Christie and was reaching for his coat.

So they let me keep it; and then I stood limp and let them dress me, through fear they would change their minds. The clothes were

Seventeen, I said.

She took her chain of keys to bed with her, and slept with it about her neck.

That will do, she said, when she saw me do that. Do you think Dr Christie cares how dusty your toes are? Here, now. Lets see your linen. She caught hold of the hem of my shimmy, then turned her head to Nurse Spiller, who nodded. Good, aint it? Too good for

And he had gone, before I said it.

The frigid water.

Yes, you can. Write a single word, then. Write me this. Write: speckle.

He nodded to Dr Graves, and they began to move off.

Right in the face, said Nurse Spiller, speaking across my words. Right here, with her head.

Then she cursed. There had come a knocking at the door, and she must get up from her chair to answer it. It was another nurse, with a paper. I waited until their heads were close together, then stole back to Miss Wilson. Desperation was beginning to make me sly.

Your husband.

Im seventeen, I said.

New un? one asked at last, with a nod at me. Come up from the pads? Is she bad?

ours—and then, from all down the corridor, from all the other rooms we had passed—there came, as I wondered, the sound of doors being unlocked and opened; and then the grumbling voices of nurses, the odd shriek. Somewhere, a bell was rung. That was the signal that meant the doctors were coming.

She is new here, said another.

And so on. I stood and called, and coughed, and beat upon the door—only stopping, now and then, to put my ear to it, to try to tell if there might be anyone near—for I cant say how long99lib.net; and no-one came. I think the padding was too thick; or else, the people that heard me were used to lunatics calling, and had learned not to mind. So then I tried the walls. They were also thick. And when I had given up banging and shouting, I put the blanket and the little tin pot together in a heap beneath the window, and climbed on them, trying to reach the glass; but the tin pot buckled, and the blanket slithered and I fell.

I havent an uncle to my name. You mean old Mr Lilly. I dare say his niece Maud writes neatly enough; but you see, I aint her.

Miss Wilson worked her mouth and looked embarrassed.

I shook my head.

Please, sir, I said. Listen to me. I havent been perfectly straight with you. My name aint Susan Smith, after all.

Yes, yes. He looked at Dr Gravess book.

I hope he will, she answered. I am sure he will. But you know, it is your husband who must sign you out.

Next morning, the woman who had thrown me about came back for me. She came, not with the two men, Mr Bates and Mr Hedges, but with another woman—nurses, they called them there; but they were no more nurses than I was, they only got that work through being stout and having great big hands like mangles. They came into the room and stood and looked me over. Nurse Spiller said,

I should say the trees are all in leaf.

now, but a trunk or a piano. Not once did they look me in the face. Finally, one of the men began to whistle a tune, and to beat out the time of it, with his finger-ends, on my leg.

She whistled. They should bring em in bound. Young, though, aint she?

Her mouth was close to my ear, her face behind me. I hardly knew what I was doing. All I knew was, she had me there, and Gentleman and Maud were escaping. I felt her speak, bent my head forward, then took it sharply back.

Now then, she said as she hauled me. Whats this? Kick your legs, will you, and trouble the doctors?

Help! Help! I cried. My voice sounded strange. Oh, help! They have put me in here, thinking Im mad! Call Richard Rivers! I coughed. Help! Doctor! Help! Can you hear me? I coughed again. Help! Can you hear me—?

I aint married, I said. And Ill thank you both to keep your hands off my linen. I want my own gown back, and my stockings and shoes. I need only speak with Dr Christie, and then youll be sorry.

this house. Thatll boil up to nothing, that will. She gave it a tug. You take that off, dear. We shall keep it, quite safe, against the day you leave us.—What, are you shy?

Hold her tight, said Dr Christie. He had brought out a thing like a great flat spoon, made of horn. He came to my side and held my head, and put the spoon to my mouth, between my teeth. It was smooth, but he pushed it hard and it hurt me. I thought I should be choked: I bit it, to keep it from going down my throat. It tasted bad.

From London, I said, still looking after the man. Though here they think I come from somewhere else.

You mustnt think I cry so easily as this, at home.

And then, at twelve, she put the magazine away and gave a great yawn, and took us downstairs for our dinners. Another nurse came to help her. Come on, come on, they said. No dawdling.

Here you are, she said. And then, when I did nothing: Come on. Youve hands, havent you? Lets see you wash.

You, Maud, she said. What are you doing now?

She shook me again, then let me stagger away so she might put straight her apron. The doctors were like kings to them. Nurse Bacon went to Betty, to bully her out of her tears. The dark nurse ran to the old woman.

And she drew back her hand and curled her fingers into a fist, and she hit me.

The stout man walked as far as the window, then turned and folded his arms. I had raised my hand again, but now let it droop.

Aint she, though?

Sixteen, said the dark nurse.

But, my dear Mrs Rivers, why should they go to the trouble of doing that?

swelling face. I felt my hair. The woman had pulled it to take the pins out, and it lay all about my shoulders; and when I took up a length of it, meaning to comb it, some of it came away in my hands. That made me cry worse than ever. I dont say I was much of a beauty; but I thought of a girl I knew, who had lost her hair to a wheel in a workshop—that hair had never grown back. Suppose I should be bald? I went over my head, taking out the hair that was loose, wondering if I ought to keep it, perhaps for making a wig with later; but there was not much of it, after all. In the end I rolled it up and put it in a corner.

Bad girl? said Nurse Bacon, turning round. I know whos one of them, all right. Into your bed. Quick! quick! all of you. God bless me, what a life!

Mrs Rivers? he said.

She moved her lips, and swayed on her feet. Then all at once she cried out: Thieves!

Pulse rather rapid, he said quietly, to Dr Graves. Dr Graves made a note of it. He turned back to me. You have hurt your face, I am sorry to see.

The want of pure air, she said quickly.

Very good, I see her, he answered. But I do not think she means us any harm. Do you, Mrs Rivers?

I turned my head into my pillow and closed my eyes. If the house had been hell, and Nurse Bacon the Devil, and Betty a demon at her side, I could not have been more wretched. I cried until I could cry no more.

You are calmer today, Mrs Rivers, he said; and my mouth being dry, from the draught and from sleeping, it was as much as I could do to unstick my tongue from my gums, to answer,

Good morning, they all sang out.

Of course.

You watch your filthy tongue, you trollop, she said.

They carried me along a passage, through a set of doors and a room; then to a landing, another passage, another room—I tried to study the way, but they had me on my back: I could make out only so many drab-coloured ceilings and walls. After about a minute I knew they had got me deep into the house, and that I was lost. I could not cry out. The nurse kept her arm about my throat, and I still had the spoon of horn in my mouth. When we reached a staircase they took me down it, saying, To you, Mr Bates, and, Watch this turn, its a tight one!—as if I might be, not a sack of feathers

Here was my moment. I quivered right through. Then I held Dr Christies gaze and said, as steadily as I could:

Miss Wilson shook her head. So hard! So hard! But perhaps he

I dipped my head and caught his eye, and I told him my story, all over again—how I was not Maud Rivers, but had only been put in his house through a terrible trick; how Richard Rivers had had me at Briar as Maud Lillys servant, so I might help him marry her and, afterwards, make her out to be mad. How they had swindled me and taken her fortune, all for themselves.

Her face grew dark. Bitch, am I? she answered. Well!

Hmm?

He looked at his watch. Splendid!

Dont make anything of that, she said, in a comfortable voice. Miss Wilson believes all sorts of nonsense. Only ask her, now, what creatures live in the moon.

Hoity-toity! cried the dark nurse. She wiped her eyes. Dear me. Come, now. Its no use growing sulky. We must have your linen—its nothing to me and Nurse Spiller, its the rules of the house. Heres a new set, look, and a gown and—look here—slippers.

I still think of all the other peoples mouths it must have gone in, before mine.

One gloves no use, after all, said the dark nurse to Nurse Spiller, quietly. And remember Miss Taylor, who had the buttons on a thread that she called her babies? Why, shed take the hand off, that tried to get a hold of one of those!

You must call us nurse when you speak to us, the dark one said at last. But between you and me, dear, we would rather you didnt speak to us at all. We hear that much nonsense—well. Come along. You must be bathed, so that Doctor Christie may look at you. You must be put in a gown. Why, what a little girl! You must be no more than sixteen.

None but the usual ones, she answered.

Her voice, that had started off mild, grew sharper. She took hold of my arm. I flinched from the feel of her fingers. Watch her, said Nurse Spiller, seeing me twitch.

No, sir, I said. I took the pencil in my hand. It trembled. He watched me.

I touched her arm. My heart, that had sunk, now rose like a float—so hard, it hurt me.

I am perfectly clear in my head, I said.

This aint fair! I said. This aint fair, at all!

I shrieked. I shrieked and shrieked. I struggled like a fiend. But the more I twisted, the tighter I was held. I saw Gentleman fall back in his seat and the coach start up and begin to turn. I saw Maud put her face to the window of cloudy glass. At sight of her eyes, I shrieked again.

This is to be yours, said Nurse Spiller, taking me to it. It was placed very near the nurses cot. This is where we puts our questionable ladies. Try a queer trick here, Nurse Bacon shall know all about it. Shant you, Nurse Bacon?

I didnt know what they meant. But being held up for strangers to study, and talk and smile over, made me ashamed, and I kept silent. The woman went off on her way and my two nurses gripped me tight again and took me, down another passage, to a little room. It might have once been a pantry—it was very like Mrs Stiless pantry, at Briar—for there were cupboards, with locks upon them, and an arm-chair and a sink. Nurse Spiller sat down in the chair, giving a great sigh as she did so. The other nurse put water in the sink. She showed me a slip of yellow soap and a dirty flannel.

Listen to you? La, if I listened to all the rubbish I heard in this house, I should go mad myself. Come on, now.

Dr Christie, sir! He turned and came towards me.

I picked it up and turned it over and over in my hands. If I had thought myself funked, a minute before—well, that funking was nothing to what I felt now, looking at that glove, thinking of Maud, and of the awful trick that she and Gentleman had played me. I hid my face in my arms, for very shame. I walked, from one wall to another, and from that to another: if I once tried to be still, it was as if I was resting on needles and pins—I started up, crying out and sweating. I thought of all my time at Briar, when I had supposed myself such a sharper, and been such a simpleton. I thought of the days I had spent, with those two villains—the looks the one must have given the other, the smiles. Leave her alone, why dont you? I had said to him, feeling sorry for her. And then, to her: Dont mind him, miss. He loves you, miss. Marry him. He loves you.

You finish fastening your buttons, you creature! she said, waving her arms. And you, Mrs Price, you take your hair from out your mouth this instant. Havent I told you a hundred times, you shall swallow a ball o９9lｉb.nｅｔf it, and choke? Im sure I dont know why I warn you, we should all be glad if you did . . .

I am not Maud Rivers!

He nodded to Nurse Bacon. She nodded back.

Nurse Bacon yawned and rolled her eyes. The dark nurse sighed. Come, Maud, she said. Thats enough.

I believe—let me see—we know so little of the passing seasons ... I should say, many years.

And then there came a movement beside my bed, and then a voice, very gentle.

That is hard for you, said Miss Wilson, shaking her head and sighing. That is the worst of all.

She caught Nurse Bacons eye. Hear that? She will speak like that, by the hour.

Susan— No! I said. Not in that book. It is Susan Smith, in there.

Water, murmured Mrs Price, in a shuddering way.

Come, come, he went on. That is all your fancy, is it not?

But then, I still supposed, too, that I should make my case with Dr Christie. I meant to show him how sane I was. At the end of our hour in the garden a bell was rung, and we were taken back to the house and made to sit, until tea-time, in a great grey room that smelt of leaking gas, that they called the drawing-room; and then we were locked back in our bedrooms. I went—still twitching, still sweating—and said nothing. I did all that the other ladies—sad Mrs Price, and pale Miss Wilson, and Betty—did: I washed my face

Im only so frightened they will keep me here. I have been done very wrong. They say I am mad.

Quite complete, he said. Isnt it? I dont believe I ever saw a case so pure. The delusion extending even to the exercise of the motor faculties. Its there we will break her. We must study on this,

And of wholesome food.

Fancies? God help me, its the plainest truth!

Fourteen. Here we are.

down my name; and thats as much as I should ever be able to put, though you sit me down and make me try it for a year!

Pulse quickening, now, he murmured.

You shant keep me here. You shant! You keep me, while those swindling villains—

She put her foot to me. Now, does Dr Christie have you here to give us all bruises? Eh, my lady? Mrs What-is-your-name? Mrs Waters, or Rivers? Does he?

bitch, that snake, that— Oh! To think I had ever looked at her and taken her for a flat. To think I had laughed at her. To think I had loved her! To think I had thought she loved me! To think I had kissed her, in Gentlemans name. To think I had touched her! To think, to think—!

The lady beside me put her hand upon my arm. You must be familiar, she said, with the squares of Kensington.

Richard Rivers, I answered.

You may say please, now, said the woman. Then she spoke to the men. Gave me a crack with her head, upon the steps. Look here. Am I bruised? I believe you shall be. Little devil!

Mrs Cream, the lady you lodged with? We spoke at length with her. She told us, very sadly, of the melancholy temper that stole upon you, in her house.

That finds the mark! she said; and Betty chuckled.

Oh! Oh! I feel the sting of it, even now. Then, I might really have been demented. I walked, and my bare feet went slap, slap, slap on the oil-cloth; and I put the glove to my mouth and I bit it. Him I suppose I expected no better of. It was her I thought of most—that

Which gentleman, Mrs Rivers?

Curse you! said Miss Wilson. I told you that as a confidence!— You may see, Mrs Rivers, how they work to diminish my standing.—Does my brother pay a guinea a week for you to abuse me? Thieves! Devils!

But Dr Christie had heard my words and had turned at the door and was looking at me in a new sort of way, his hand at his beard. He glanced at Dr Graves. He said quietly,

A thrasher, aint she? said one of the men, as he worked for a better grip on my ankle.

Whispering? Ill whisper her, all right! Get back to your bed and leave Miss Wilson alone. Cant I turn my back a minute without you start up trying to tamper with the ladies?

I looked at him and could not speak.

Cant we? said Nurse Spiller. I think we know the law. Your orders been signed, aint it?

An actress? Your maid?

So I did, he said slowly. And you told me how you feared for your mistresss health; how you wished she might be kept quiet and free from harm. For sometimes it is easier—is it not?—to ask for assistance in behalf of another, than for ourselves? We understand you, Mrs Rivers, very well.

There! she said, looking me over in my petticoat and shimmy. Theres all your ribbons and laces gone. If you chokes yourself now, itll be no business of ours. You hear me? Mrs Aint-Mrs-Rivers? You sit in the pads for a night, and stew. See how you care for that. Convulsions? I think I know a temper from a fit. Kick all you like in here. Put out your joints, chew your tongue off. Keep you quiet. We prefers them quiet, makes our job nicer.

I did not look at her. I watched Dr Christie turn from me, and saw beyond him the pale old lady, her fingers still chafing at her mouth; and the sad-faced woman with her hair pulled all before her eyes; and Betty, the idiot girl, her lip gleaming with sugar; and I grew wild again. I thought, I dont care if they put me in a prison for it! Better a prison, with thieves and murderesses, than a madhouse! I said,

A reference, she said to me, to my pallor. Will you believe me if I tell you, there is a substance in the water here, related to chalk—? But, hush! No more of that!

It is my name.

They have played me false, I said. They have played you false! They are laughing at you! You dont believe me? Bring anyone from Briar! Bring the vicar of the church they were married in! Bring the great church book—youll see their names put there, and next to them, my own!

You will find the food wholesome enough, Miss Wilson, if you will only sample it.

She said all that, and she made a bundle of my clothes and swung them over her shoulder; and then she left me. The men went with her. They had seen her hit me, and done nothing. They had watched her take my stockings and stays. I heard them pull off their paper cuffs. One began to whistle again. Nurse Spiller closed the door and locked it, and the whistling grew very much fainter.

They shook me, and did not answer. So then I fell silent and, again, tried hard to study the way they took me. I was also growing afraid. I had had an idea in my head—that I think I had got from a picture, or a play—of how a madhouse should be; and so far, this house was not like it. I thought, They have got me in the place where the doctors and nurses live. Now theyll take me to the mad bit.—I think I supposed it would be something like a dungeon or a gaol. But we walked only down more drab-coloured corridors, past door after drab-coloured door, and I began to look about me and see little things—such as, the lamps being ordinary brass ones, but with strong wire guards about the flames; and the doors having fancy latches, but ugly locks; and the walls having, here and there, handles, that looked as though they might, if you turned them,

He plucked the pencil from between my fingers, and turned, and left us. Dr Graves and Nurse Spiller went with him, and Nurse Bacon locked the door at their backs. I saw her turn the key, and it was just as if she had struck me or knocked me down: I fell upon my bed and broke out crying. She gave a tut—but they were too used to tears in that house, it was nothing to see a woman sitting at dinner, weeping into her soup, or walking about the garden crying her head off. Her tut turned into a yawn. She looked me over, then looked away. She sat in her chair and rubbed her hands, and winced. You think youve torments, she said, to me or to all of us. Have these knuckles for an hour—have these thumbs. Heres torments, with mustard on. Heres torments, with whips. Oh! Oh! God bless me, I think I shall die! Come, Betty, be a good girl to your poor old nurse. Fetch out my ointment, will you?

For fucks sake! I cried.

I dont know, I answered at last.

I could not tell them that I was not in a fit, but only winded; that the woman had hurt me; that I was anyway not a lunatic, but sane as them. I could not say anything, for trying to find my breath. I could only croak. The men drew my legs straight, and my skirts rose to my knees. I began to be afraid of the skirts rising higher. That made me twist about, I suppose.

You may think what you like about the moon, Miss Wilson. Why shouldnt you? But when I tell you I have been put in here by swindlers and am perfectly right in my head, I say no more than the truth. Dr Christie shall find it out, in time.

shook my head. My brain felt hot. Dr Christie drew himself from my hand.

Come on, said Nurse Spiller, giving me a prod.

I quivered again. Sir, I am!

I am sorry I hurt your face. I was only so thrown, to be brought in here, as a lunatic; when all the time it was the other lady, Miss Lilly—Mrs Rivers—that was meant to come.

He rubbed his eye. Your name, he said. Susan—what are you calling it, now?—Trinder?

Will you sit down? said Nurse Bacon.

The woman grabbed me again—about the throat, this time; and as I turned in her arms she hit me hard, with the points of her fingers, in my stomach. I think she did it in such a way, the doctors did not see. I gave a jerk, and swallowed my breath. Then she did it again. Heres fits! she said.

Who are your people?

He was silent. I thought, Thats it! and almost swooned, with relief. Then he turned to Dr Graves and shook his head.

Nurse Bacon made a show of rising from her chair and making her hands into fists; and Miss Wilson grew quiet again. I said, after a moment,

That stopped them laughing. They caught hold of me, and shook me; and Nurse Spiller hit me again about the face—upon the same spot as before—though not so hard. I suppose she thought the old bruise would cover up the new. The pale old woman saw her do it and gave a cry. Betty, the idiot girl, began to moan.

Miss Wilson, what complaints have you for us today? asked Dr Christie.

He folded his arms. Which swindling villains, Mrs Rivers?

morning, and we were meant to sit and be silent—or to read, if we liked—while Nurse Bacon watched. But I think what books there were in the house, the ladies had already read; for they only, like me, lay upon their beds, doing nothing, and it was Nurse Bacon who sat, with her feet put up on a stool, looking over the pages of a little magazine—now and then licking one of her fat red fingers, to turn a page; and now and then chuckling.

And I cant say why, but somehow the idea was worse and put me in more of a creep than if the place had looked like a dungeon after all.

Let me see to it, said Nurse Spiller. She finished it off—two or three times, as if by accident, putting the point of the needle to my scalp. That is another place that dont show cuts and bruises.

Christie watched and, when I had finished, took the sheet from me and showed it to Dr Graves. They frowned.

Mrs Rivers, he began.

Maid to a lady! The nurses laughed again. Well, dont that take the cake! We got plenty girls suppose themselves duchesses. I never met one that thought herself a duchesss maid! Dear me, thats novel, that is. We shall have to put you in the kitchen, give you polish and a cloth.

From London! she cried. Some of the other ladies said it, too: London! Ah! London! How I miss it!

Who spoke to you? said Nurse Spiller at once.

Not staying, Mrs Rivers?

Susan Smith. Of—where was it, Dr Graves? Of Whelk Street, Mayfair?

Please, I said again. I aint Mrs Rivers. She aint Mrs Rivers? Hear that, Mr Bates? And I aint Nurse Spiller, I dare say. And Mr Hedges aint himself. Very likely.

He shook his head again, and drew close his brows; and again, he almost smiled. Then he said, slowly and very easily:

He shook his head. And dont you think, he said, your own husband might be supposed to know you, as well as your uncle? And your maid? She stood before us, and spoke of you, and wept. He lowered his voice. What had you done to her, hmm, to make her do that?

I stamped my foot.

You know you do. And your letters are muddled, and very ill-formed. What letter is this? It is one of your own imagining, I think. Now, am I to understand that your uncle—a scholar, I believe?—would countenance work like this, from his assistant?

Do I?

Dr Christie, sir! Dr Graves! Listen to me!

Dont care to speak nicely? she said. Aint that a shame! Perhaps shed like a situation as a nurse. See how shed like that. Spoil her white little hands, though.

Tm not staying here, I said.

And I thought, after all, that I should make a far better case for myself in standing and talking quietly with Dr Christie, than in running at him in a pair of rubber boots. I moved close to my bed, putting my knee to it to keep my leg from trembling; and I felt for my hair, meaning to tidy it—forgetting, for the moment, that they had stitched it to my head. The dark nurse went off, running. The rest of us stood in silence, listening out for the sound of the doctors footsteps. Nurse Spiller shook her finger at me.

You can see what little idea I had of the awfulness of the fix I was really in.

Listen here, I said, very carefully. I had worked this out. I had heard them coming, and had got to my feet and put my petticoat straight, and tidied my hair. Listen here. You think I am mad. I am not. I am not the lady you and the doctors suppose me to be, at all. That lady, and her husband—Richard Rivers—are a pair of swindlers; and they have swindled you, and me, and just about everybody; and it is very important that the doctors know it, so I may be let out and those swindlers caught. I—

She came closer to me, and she picked me up about my waist; and she dropped me. You could not say she threw me, but she lifted me high and let me fall; and me being just then so dazed and so weak, I fell badly.

Sixteen, if shes a day.

She seemed harmless enough; but I looked at her, and at Betty, and at the other woman there—a woman who stood, gazing at nothing, pulling her hair before her face—and I thought that, for all I knew, they might be so many maniacs; and here was I, being obliged to make a bed among them. I went to the nurses. I said,

I only got hands so white through being maid to a lady. It was that lady that tricked me. I—

She had come close, and made to catch at my arm. I drew away from her.

He saw my jaws close. Now she takes it! he said. Thats right. Hold her steady. He looked at Dr Graves. To the soft room? I think so. Nurse Spiller?

Nurse Spiller nodded. Is she? she said. Thats yours, and all our other ladies, then; and she laughed.

I could not bear it. I forgot, for the moment, the little detail of how, in swindling me, she had only turned my own trick back on myself. I walked, and moaned, and swore, and cursed her; I gripped and bit and twisted that glove, until the light beyond the window faded, and the room grew dark. No-one came to look at me. No-one brought me food, or a gown, or stockings. And though I was warm at first, from all the walking, when at last I grew so tired I found I must lie upon the blanket or drop, I became cold; and then I could not get warm again.

She had gone to one of the cupboards and brought out a set of greyish underthings, and a wool gown, and boots. She came back to me, holding them, and Nurse Spiller joined her; and it was no good then how hard I argued and cursed, they got hold of me and stripped me bare. When they took off my petticoat, that glove of Mauds fell out. I had had it under the waistband. I bent and caught it up. Whats that? they said at once. Then they saw it was only a glove. They looked at the stitching inside the wrist.

and hands, at the wash-stand, when they were finished with the water; and cleaned my teeth, when they had all used the brush; and put my hateful tartan gown in a tidy heap, and pulled on a night-gown; and said Amen, when Nurse Bacon mumbled out a prayer. But then, when Nurse Spiller came to the door with a can of tea and gave me a basin of it, I took it, but did not drink it. I tipped it on the floor, when I thought no-one was looking. It steamed for a second, then seeped between the boards. I put my foot on the place I had tipped it. I looked up, and saw Betty watching.

Wait! Wait! I cried.

You have written badly. Did you do so on purpose? Here. He gave me the paper back. Write me out a line, as I requested first.

She put her hand to her cheek, close to her nose, where there was the smallest, faintest mark of crimson. My own face, of course, was swollen like a pudding; and I dare say my eye was almost black. But I said, still carefully,

Which do we want? asked the other nurse, looking at the doors.

It would show us, after all, the extent of the delusion; and may even serve to startle her out of it. What do you say? Yes, give me a page from your note-book. Nurse Spiller, let Mrs Rivers go. Mrs Rivers— He came back to me and gave me the little piece of paper that Dr Graves had torn from his book. Then he put his hand to his pocket and brought out a pencil, and made to give me that.

Will you listen to me? I said.

ring bells. And finally it broke upon me that this was the madhouse after all; that it had once been an ordinary gentlemans house; that the walls had used to have pictures and looking-glasses on them, and the floors had used to have rugs; but that now, it had all been made over to madwomen—that it was, in its way, like a smart and handsome person gone mad itself.

For you, he said, are Susan Smith, or Trinder.

You must keep your spirit. This house is not so hard as some others. But nor is it perfectly kind. The air of this room, for example, that we must breathe, like oxen in a stall. The suppers. They call us ladies, yet the food—the merest pap!—I should blush to see it served to a gardeners boy.

They put me back in the pads. They let me wear the gown and boots, however; and they gave me a basin of tea.

We walked in a line. The pale old lady—Miss Wilson—pressed close at my back.

My head grew clearer as the day wore on, though. I lay on my bed and tried to think. They made us keep to our rooms in the

Oh! The ladies made faces. Queer girl. . .

Her husband.

Dear ladies, good morning, said Dr Christie, looking up. He went first to Betty. How are you, Betty? Good girl. You want your medicine, of course.

The new nurse looked more interested. This one? she said. Looks too slight for that.

Well, they come in all sizes . . .

Still rubbing her own hands against her skirt, she gazed at mine. I gazed with her. My fingers looked like Mauds. I put them behind my back. I said,

But this is all a mistake!

I am sure you do not, answered Miss Wilson.

Inflamed? I said. Over-indulge? Literature?

Dinner lasted half an hour. We were watched by the nurses and a few stout men—Mr Bates and Mr Hedges, and one or two others. They stood at the side of the room, and now and then walked between the tables. When one drew close I twitched and lifted up my hand and said,

That was the woman that held me by the throat. I saw her nod to him, and then to the men in the cuffs, and they turned so that they might walk with me, further into the house. I felt them do it and began to struggle again. I was not thinking, now, of Gentleman and Maud. I was thinking of myself. I was growing horribly afraid. My stomach ached from the nurses fingers. My mouth was cut by the spoon. I had an idea that, once they got me into a room, they would kill me.

She had called to a woman who stood at the bed across from mine, pulling a gown on over a great fat stomach. I thought her a girl at first; but when she turned and showed her face, I saw that she was quite grown-up, but a simpleton. She looked at me in a troubled sort of way, and the nurses laughed. I found out later that they used her more or less as they would a servant, and had her running every sort of chore; though she was—if you could believe it—the daughter of a very grand family.

I dont know. I dont know. I never saw them.

Whispering, said Betty, in her gruff voice.

Dr Christie, I beg you—!

Come, my dear. You must not give in to tears.

He raised a finger, and almost smiled.

There, now youve set them off! said Nurse Spiller. And heres the doctors due, any minute.

Susan Trinder, sir. Sue Trinder, of— I was about to say, Lant Street; then knew that of course I must not say it, for fear it should lead the police to Mr Ibbss shop. I closed my eyes and

This was the nurse of that room. Oh, yes, she said. She nodded and rubbed her hands. She had some ailment that made her fingers very fat and pink, like sausages—an unlucky ailment, I suppose, for someone with a name like hers—and she liked to rub them often. She looked me over in the same cool way that all the other nurses had, and she said, as they had,

A very bad case, said Dr Christie. He looked into my face. The convulsion is passing, at least. He raised his voice. Dont be afraid, Mrs Rivers! We know all about you. We are your friends. We have brought you here to make you well.

She looked at me, and then drew back. I hope, she said, in an ordinary tone, I hope you dont suppose that I was the kind of girl brought up to speak in whispers?

Oh! she cried. Her grip grew slack. Oh! Oh!

You believe it, I said. I looked at Nurse Bacon; but she had heard me and opened her eyes.