“Of course, he does not like his specimens touched.”
“All which I know, sir, and I’ve studied him; but he never went on as he does now.”
“Oh, nonsense! he’s ill and doesn’t want to be worried.”
“He’s mad, sir, as Bedlam.”
“Mrs Brade!”
“He is, sir, and last night he tried to strangle me.”
“What?”
“He did, sir, as I’m a sinful soul, and when I got away from him down the stairs and back here into my room, it’s a mercy as I didn’t faint away.”
“He touched you?”
“Touched me, sir? He seized me. Oh, poor, dear gentleman, he’s gone.”