Dr. Fox swore fearfully.
"Then it was she!" he exclaimed, "after all; and I have been preciously fooled. I'd like to wring Nancy's neck!"
"Where is Antony?" asked Cleopatra anxiously.
"He is at the asylum, waiting to see you," said the doctor. "Come with me, and don't keep him waiting!"
That was enough. Poor Cleopatra put on her bonnet at once, and went back with the doctor, only to weep unavailing tears over the disappointment that awaited her.
"I'd rather it was the other one," muttered Dr. Fox. "Who would have thought she was so cunning? Where did she get that laugh? I'd swear it was a nigger!"
For three months Nancy was not allowed any work from the asylum, but she contented herself with the fifteen dollars in gold which Mrs. Kenyon had given her.
CHAPTER XXXI.
MRS. KENYON FINDS FRIENDS.
M RS. KENYON thought it best to put two hundred miles between herself and Dr. Fox. She left the cars the next morning at a town of about three thousand inhabitants, which we will call Crawford.