"As far as I can tell, I am in perfect health, but for the last week
or so, I have been suffering at intervals from a strange form of
giddiness. I feel as though I were made to turn round and round, or
against my will impelled to go forwards, or backwards, or to one side.
Sometimes the giddiness takes another form--I fancy that objects are
revolving round _me_. I am perfectly conscious all the time, but the
giddiness is generally accompanied by a distinct sensation of nausea.
Very often the act of closing my eyes removes the vertigo completely
for the time being. When the attack goes off I feel perfectly well,
only I fancy I am suffering from continued deafness in my right ear. I
don't know why I am impelled to tell you this--it is not worth making
a fuss over. If I were to consult a medical man, he would probably set
it down to a form of indigestion. I had a slight attack this morning at
breakfast. If it continues or gets worse, I will take the opportunity
of consulting a London doctor who happens to be in the house."
I did not read any more, but folding up the letter returned it to Lady
Hartmore. Both Carleton and Miss Farnham had approached each other in
their excitement.