“Let me see her,” I replied.
She hesitated for a moment.
“I dare not, sir. I don’t know what it might do to her. It might send her raving; and she is so quiet.”
“Has she ever raved?”
“Not often since the first week or two. Now and then occasionally, for an hour or so, she would be wild, wanting to get out. But she gave that over altogether; and she has had her liberty now for a long time. But, Heaven bless her! at the worst she was always a lady.”
“And am I to go away without even seeing her?”
“I am very sorry for you, Mr. Campbell.”
I felt hurt—foolishly, I confess—and rose. She put her hand on my arm.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do, sir. She always falls asleep in the afternoon; you may see her asleep, if you like.”
“Thank you; thank you,” I answered. “That will be much better. When shall I come?”