"I am thankful you have come; do you know, I think I am going mad? Don't
let me go mad, Jasper."
The look in her eyes underlined her words.
I stammered something and kissed her hands. I was with her again, and
joy fought again with grief.
"I must tell some one. If I am mad, don't lock me up. Take care of me,
won't you?"
Would I not?
"Understand," she went on, "it was not a dream. I was wide awake,
thinking of you. The Waits had not long gone, and I--I was looking at
your likeness. I was not asleep."