“Do sit still, sir, and keep calm, or you’ll have another fit. My name’s Davidson; I’m a warder; and I’ll take good care of you, sir, if you’ll only keep quiet.”
The truth flashed into Aymer’s mind in an instant.
“Do you mean to say I am in the madhouse?” he asked, quietly.
“Well, no, sir, not quite so bad as that. This is an asylum, sir.”
“How did I get here?”
“You were carried over in your fit.”
“And where’s Miss Waldron? Tell her to come to me at once.”
“There’s no Miss Waldron, sir; your head is not quite clear yet.”
“What! you don’t mean to say that you believe me mad?”
“Well, your papers is all right, sir.”