“Yes, there’s no way by which you can get out. But here is everything comfortable, you see. In the front room you will find a piano and a case of pious books. Here is a bathing-room, where you can have hot water or cold. This door on my right leads to a billiard-table, where you can go and play, if you are good. You need not lack for air or exercise.”
“When can I see Mr. Semmes?”
“He promised to be here by ten o’clock.”
“Do not fail to let me see him when he comes. Sister Agatha, is there any way by which I can prove to you I am not insane?”
“No; because the more shrewd and sensible you are, the more I shall think you are out of your head. Insane people are always cunning. You have showed great cunning in all you have said and done.”
“Then if I turn simple, you will think I am recovering, eh?”
“No; I shall think you are feigning. Why, I once passed a whole day with a crazy woman, and never one moment suspected she was crazy till I was told so.”
“Who told you I am crazy?”
“The gentleman who engaged me to attend you,—Mr. Semmes.”
“Am I crazy only on one point or on many?”