"But why should a doctor's visit upset her ladyship?"
The butler pursed his lips and looked mysterious. "I can't say, my lord."
"Nonsense, you've some idea in your head. Out with it!"
"Well, my lord, me and Charles, we thought as she was afraid they were going to lock 'er up."
Cyril started slightly.
"Ah! If they had done so long ago!" exclaimed the vicar, clasping his hands.
"But, sir, her ladyship wasn't crazy! They all say so, but it isn't true. Me and Charles 'ave watched 'er at table day in and day out and we're willing to swear that she isn't any more crazy than—than me! Please excuse the liberty, but I never thought 'er ladyship was treated right, I never did."
"Why, you told me yourself that his lordship was devoted to her."
"So 'e was, my lord, so 'e was." The man shuffled uneasily.
"If her ladyship is not insane, why do you think his lordship kept her a prisoner here?"