Horace looked across the room at Grace, and answered, “He is here to relieve us of that woman.”
“Do you mean that he will take her away?”
“Yes.”
“Where will he take her to?”
“To the police station.”
Mercy started, and looked at Julian. He was still watching the slightest changes in her face. She looked back again at Horace.
“To the police station!” she repeated. “What for?”
“How can you ask the question?” said Horace, irritably. “To be placed under restraint, of course.”
“Do you mean prison?”
“I mean an asylum.”