“To-morrow, if you are well enough.”
“Oh! thank you.”
“But what will you do with your guest?”
“Mr. Norman? Oh, he will come, too;” but she had the grace to look apologetic.
Once outside the room, Mrs. Derwent beckoned me into her boudoir.
“Well, Doctor Fortescue,” she exclaimed, “what do you think of that? May turns on a harmless beggar, who has done nothing to annoy her, and beats him! She is not at all ashamed of her behaviour, either.”
“I confess, Mrs. Derwent, I am surprised.”
“Oh, she must be crazy,” wailed the poor lady.
“No, madam—simply hysterical—I am sure of it. Still, this makes me more than ever wishful to have another opinion about her case.”
Before we parted, it had been decided that the choice of suitable rooms should be left to me.