Dr. Wycherley beamed with satisfaction.
“My young friend, this gives me sincere pleasure; not on my account, but on your own. There goes one of your illusions then. Now tell me—the L. 4,000! Have you calmly reconsidered that too?”
Alfred hung his head, and looked guiltier and guiltier.
“Why,” said he, “that never amounted to anything more than a strong suspicion. It has long ceased to occupy my mind in excess. However, should I ever be so fortunate as to recover my liberty, I have no objection to collect the evidence about it pro and con., and then make you the judge instead of myself.” This he delivered with an admirable appearance of indifference.
“Very well, sir,” said the doctor drily. “Then, now I have a piece of good news for you.
“Oh, doctor, what is that?”
“Your cure is complete; that is all! You are now a sane man, as sane as I am.”
Alfred was a little disappointed at this piece of news; but recovering himself, asked him to certify that and let him send the certificate to the Board. Dr. Wycherley said he would with pleasure.
“I'll bring it to you when I make my round,” said he.
Alfred retired triumphant, and went in at Plato with a good heart.