"I regret it; for this is, I think, the third time I have attempted to find him. He is a wild young man—a very wild young man," said the Doctor, shaking his head.
"Yes, yes," sighed Jacques, imitating the Doctor's gesture; "I am sometimes anxious about him."
And Jacques sighed and touched his forehead.
"Here, you know, Doctor."
"Ah?" asked the Doctor, wiping his face with a silk handkerchief, and leaning on his stick.
"Yes, sir; he has betrayed unmistakable evidences of lunacy of late."
The closet door creaked.
"It's astonishing how many rats there are in this place," said Jacques; "that closet seems to be their head-quarters."
"Indeed?" said the Doctor; "but you surprise me by saying that Thomas has a tendency to insanity. I thought his one of the justest and most brilliant minds in college. Idle, yes, very idle, and procrastinating; but still he is no common young man."
The closet murmured: there was no ground for charging the rats with this; so Jacques observed that "the winds here were astonishing—they were stirring when all else was still."