"They all say so," said Cleopatra shrewdly, "but they are all crazy except me. Do you hear that?"
There was another wild shriek, proceeding from a room on the same floor.
"Who is it?" asked Mrs. Kenyon, in alarm.
"It's crazy Nancy," answered Cleopatra. "She thinks she's the wife of Henry VIII., and she is always afraid he will have her executed. It's queer what fancies these people have," added Cleopatra, laughing.
"How unconscious she is of her infirmity!" thought Mrs. Kenyon. "I hope she's never violent."
"Is there a bell here?" she asked.
"What for?"
"I wish to ring for the doctor and my husband."
"Ho! ho! Do you think they would notice your ringing?"
"Do you think they mean to leave me here?" asked Mrs. Kenyon, with a gasp of horror.