"To be sure they do. The doctor told me this morning he was going to give me a nice, agreeable room-mate."
The full horror of her situation was revealed to the unfortunate woman, and she sank upon the floor in a swoon.
CHAPTER X.
THE ROYAL LUNATIC.
W HEN Mrs. Kenyon recovered from her swoon, she saw Dr. Fox bending over her.
"You are recovering," he said. "You mustn't give way like this, my good madam."
It all came back to her—her desertion, and the terrible imprisonment which awaited her.
"Where is my husband—where is Mr. Kenyon?" she demanded imperatively.
Dr. Fox shrugged his shoulders.
"I wish you to send him here at once, or to take me to him."