Suddenly the girl became confused, as if conscious of being closely watched. Slowly, as if impelled by some superior mental force, she turned around until she found herself face to face with Dr. Zacharie, who was once more fixing her with his steady gaze. Again she shuddered, and, recoiling from him with a look of horror, for a moment stood as if transfixed. Then she turned mutely to Mrs. Parkes, as if instinctively seeking the protection of one of her own sex. In a hoarse, nervous whisper, she cried:
"I'm afraid! I'm afraid! I don't understand myself! If I stay here I shall say things I don't mean! That man is putting thoughts into my mind—thoughts that are not my own. I don't seem to be able to say what I want to say. I won't stay here any longer——"
She tried to rise from her chair, but her limbs failed her.
"I can't. I don't seem able to move. Don't let them speak to me again. I'm afraid! I'm afraid!"
Mrs. Parkes tried to soothe her.
"Oh, Miss Paula—Miss Paula—don't give way!" she cried.
"I know it's foolish," moaned the young girl, "but I can't help it. It's got on my nerves at last, and I—— Let me go while I can still act of my own will."
Suddenly she rose to her feet, angry and defiant. Facing her judges boldly, she almost shouted:
"I won't stay here! I won't stay to be questioned until I don't know what I'm saying."
With the dignity of an offended queen, she made a step in the direction of her room. But Mr. Cooley, on the alert, quickly advanced and placed his large hulk in her path.