"Alone!" exclaimed Mrs. Willoughby, looking in wonder at him.
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
"Couldn't we accompany her?"
Mrs. Willoughby snatched away her hand.
"Are you mad?" she cried. "I do believe the whole world's mad to-day."
"Mad!" cried Dacres. "Yes, I'm mad—insane—raving! Won't you be merciful again? Won't you, Kitty? Won't you 'humor' my ravings? Oh, do. Oh, Kitty! dear Kitty—!"
"It's positive insanity!"
"Oh, Kitty!"
"You're raving!"