'I went... it was a curious giddiness: I can't account for it. I thought...'
'Went? You went where?'
'Last night. I would speak intelligibly: my mind has gone. Ah! you look. It is not so bad as my feeling.'
'But where did you go last night? What!—to Tonans?'
She drooped her head: she saw the track of her route cleaving the darkness in a demoniacal zig-zag and herself in demon's grip.
'Yes,' she confronted him. 'I went to Mr. Tonans.'
'Why?'
'I went to him—'
'You went alone?'
'I took my maid.'