“And the keepers came, sir?”
“Come, come, it’s not so bad as that. You have curious ideas about the treatment of the insane.”
“Oh, no, sir; I’ve heard so much, sir.”
“Never mind: we will not argue that. One thing is certain—any worry or excitement would be sure to make him worse.”
“Of course, sir.”
At that moment Mr Brade’s hard breathing was audible through the door and curtain, and Guest looked at it uneasily.
“Then you have not told your husband?”
“Indeed, no, sir.”
“Then do not. Nor anyone else. We must keep this as our secret, Mrs Brade. My poor friend will come right I hope and feel, in time; so help me to guard him from all worry.”
“Indeed I will, sir.”