Aged sixty, transferred here from Old Bethlem. This poor old
gentlewoman carries about her the vestiges of prim decorum and
respectability. She is always cleanly, decent, and regular, but all
hopes of restored intellect are long since completely gone. Though she
seldom talks, it is always incoherently: but she is generally silent,
except when asked questions.
The most prominent trait of her illusion is the unaccountable antipathy
she has conceived towards the matron. She cannot be dissuaded from a
fixed notion that the matron was a patient in Old Bethlem for seven
years, and that her name is Vains. Perhaps her shattered memory may
be impressed with a personal likeness of the matron to some one for
whom she had formerly conceived an aversion: but so strong is her
antipathy, that she cannot bear to see its present object. The moment
she perceives her enter the gallery, she flies to her own room, shuts
her door, and remains secluded until the matron goes away.
The poor soul is otherwise quite harmless and mild, and never
troublesome nor offensive in any way.