Dr. Zacharie took the report and hastily scanned it.
"Ah, well!" he muttered, "it is to be expected."
"Will you see her?" inquired the superintendent.
"No; it—it is not necessary just yet. There is to be a consultation to-day. Dr. McMutrie and Professor Bodley will be here presently—also Mr. Cooley."
"Her habeas corpus comes up on Friday, I believe," said the superintendent politely. Mr. Spencer always made it a rule to stand in well with the visiting physicians.
Dr. Zacharie frowned.
"Yes, a jury of illiterate ignoramuses to decide a scientific question! Ah, such laws in this country!" He stopped and read aloud from the report: "Cries constantly—sits silent and moody for hours." Looking up, he said: "Poor girl, she—she seems to be conscious of her position at times—she talks much, eh?"
At that moment old Collins reappeared.
"Mr. Ricaby wishes to see Miss Marsh," he said.
The superintendent made a gesture in the direction of the wards.