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and muffs； to be put into Mr。 Tollett's carriage； and concluded a long inspection by inquiring into Alfred's sanity： at this inquiry they did not allow Baker to be even present； but only Dr。 Bailey。
First they read the order； and found it really was not Alfred's father who had put him into the asylum。 Then they read the certificates； especially Wycherley's。 It accused Alfred of headache； insomnia； nightly visions； a rooted delusion （pecuniary）； a sudden aversion to an affectionate father； and at the doctor's last visit； a wild look （formula）； great excitement； and threats of violence without any provocation to justify them。 This overpowered the worthy squires' understandings to begin。 But they proceeded to examine the three books an asylum has to keep by law： the visitor's book； the case book； and the medical journal。 All these were kept with the utmost looseness in Silverton House as indeed they are in the very best of these places。 However； by combining the scanty notices in the several books； they arrived at this total：
〃Admitted April 11。 Had a very wild look； and was much excited。 Attempted suicide by throwing himself into a tank。 Attacked the keepers for rescuing him； with prodigious strength and violence。 Refused food。〃
And some days after came an entry with his initials instead of his name； which was contrary to law。 〃A。 H。 Much excited。 Threats。 Ordered composing draught。〃
And a day or two after： 〃A。 H。 Excited。 Blasphemous。 Ordered blister。〃
The first entry； however； was enough。 The doctor had but seen real facts through his green spectacles； and lo！ 〃suicide；〃 〃homicide；〃 and 〃refusal of food；〃 three cardinal points of true mania。
Mr。 Vane asked Dr。 Bailey whether he was better since he came。
〃Oh； infinitely better；〃 said Dr。 Bailey。 〃We hope to cure him in a month or two。〃
They then sent for Mrs。 Archbold； and had a long talk with her； recommending Alfred to her especial care： and； having acted on his judgment and information in the teeth of those who called him insane； turned tail at a doctor's certificate； distrusted their eyesight at an unsworn affidavit。
Alfred was packing up his things to go away； bright as a lark。 Mrs。 Archbold came to him； and told him she had orders to give him every comfort； and the justices hoped to liberate him at their next visit。
The poor wretch turned pale。 〃At their next visit！〃 he cried； 〃What； not to…day？ When is their next visit？〃
Mrs。 Archbold hesitated： but at last she said； 〃Why you know； I told you； they come four times every year。〃
The disappointment was too bitter。 The contemptible result of all his patience； self…command； and success； was too heart…breaking。 He groaned aloud。 〃And you can come with a smile and tell me that； you cruel woman。〃 Then he broke down altogether and burst out crying。 〃You were born without a heart；〃 he sobbed。
Mrs。 Archbold quivered at that。 〃I wish I had been；〃 said she； in a strange； soft； moving voice； then； casting an eloquent look of reproach on him； she went away in visible agitation； and left him sobbing。 Once out of his sight she rushed into another room； and there； taking no more notice of a gentle madwoman； its occupant； than of the bed or the table； she sank into a chair； and； throwing her head back with womanly abandon； hid her hand upon her bosom that heaved tempestuously。
And soon the tears trickled out of her imperious eyes； and ran unrestrained。
The mind of Edith Archbold corresponded with her powerful frame； and bushy brows。 Inside this woman all was vigour： strong passions； strong good sense to check or hide them； strong will to carry them out。 And between these mental forces a powerful struggle was raging。 She was almost impenetrable to mere personal beauty； and inclined to despise early youth in the other sex； and six months spent with Alfred in a quiet country house would probably have left her reasonably indifferent to him。 But the first day she saw him in Silverton House he broke through her guard； and pierced at once to her depths； first he terrified her by darting through the window to escape： and terror is a passion。 So is pity； and never in her life had she overflowed with it as when she saw him drawn out of the tank and laid on the grass。 If； after all； he was as sane as he looked； that brave high…spirited young creature； who preferred death to the touch of coarse confining hands！
No sooner had he filled her with dismay and pity； than he bounded from the ground before her eyes and fled。 She screamed； and hoped he would escape； she could not help it。 Next she saw him fighting alone against seven or eight； and with unheard…of prowess almost beating them。 She sat at the window panting； with clenched teeth and hands； and wished him to beat； and admired him； wondered at him。 He yielded； but not to them： to her。 All the compliments she had ever received were tame compared with this one。 It thrilled her vanity。 He was like the men she had read of； and never seen： the young knights of chivalry。 She glowed all over at him； and detecting herself in time was frightened。 Her strong good sense warned her to beware of this youth； who was nine years her junior； yet had stirred her to all her depths in an hour； and not to see him nor think of him too much。 Accordingly she kept clear of him altogether at first。 Pity soon put an end to that； and she protected and advised him； but with a cold and lofty demeanour put on express。 What with her kind acts and her cold manner he did not know what to make of her； and often turned puzzled earnest eyes upon her； as much as to say； Are you really my friend or not？ Once she forgot herself and smiled so tenderly in answer to these imploring eyes； that his hopes rose very high indeed。 He flattered himself she would let him out of the asylum before long。 That was all Julia's true lover thought of。
A feeling hidden； and not suppressed； often grows fast in a vigorous nature。 Mrs。 Archbold's fancy for Alfred was subjected to this dangerous treatment； and it smouldered； and smouldered； till from a _penchant_ it warmed to a fancy； from a fancy to a passion。 But _penchant；_ fancy； or passion； she hid it with such cunning and resolution； that neither Alfred nor even those of her own sex saw it； nor did a creature even suspect it； except Nurse Hannah； but her eyes were sharpened by jealousy； for that muscular young virgin was beginning to sigh for him herself； with a gentle timidity that contrasted prettily with her biceps muscle and prowess against her own sex。
Mrs。 Archbold had more passion than tenderness； but what woman is not to be surprised and softened？ When her young favourite； the greatest fighter she had ever seen； broke down at the end of his gallant effort and began to cry like a girl； her bowels of compassion yearned within her； and she longed to cry with him。 She only saved herself from some imprudence by flight； and had her cry alone。 After a flow of tears； such a woman is invincible； she treated Alfred at tea…time with remarkable coldness and reserve。 This piece of acting led to unlooked…for consequences： it emboldened Cooper； who was raging against Alfred for telling the justices； but had forborne from violence for fear of getting the house into a fresh scrape。 He now went to the doctor； and asked for a powerful drastic。 Bailey gave him two pills； or rather boluses； containing croton oil_inter alia；_ for Bailey was one of the _farraginous_ fools of the unscientific science。 Armed with this weapon of destruction； Cooper entered Alfred's bedroom at night； and ordered him to take them： he refused。 Cooper whistled； and four attendants came。 Alfred knew he should soon be powerless。 He lost no time； sprang at Cooper； and with his long arm landed a blow that knocked him against the wall； and in this position； where his body could not give； struck him again with his whole soul； and cut his cheek right open。 The next minute he was pinned； handcuffed； and in a straitjacket； after crippling one assailant with a kick on the knee。
Cooper； half stunned； and bleeding like a pig； recovered himself now； and burned for revenge。 He uttered a frightful oath； and jumped on Alfred as he lay bound and powerless； and gave him a lesson he never forgot。
Every art has its secrets： the attendants in such madhouses as this have been for years possessed of one they are too modest to reveal to justices； commissioners； or the public； the art of breaking a man's ribs； or breast…bone； or both； without bruising him externally。 The convicts at Toulon arrive at a similar result by another branch of the art： they stuff the skin of a conger eel with powdered stone； then give the obnoxious person a sly crack with it； and a rib backbone is broken with no contusion to mark the external violence used。 But Mr。 Cooper and his fellows do their work with the knee…joint： it is round； and leaves no bruise。 They subdue the patient by walking up and down him on their knees。 If they don't jump on him； as well as promenade him； the man's spirit is often the only thing broken； if they do； the man is apt to be broken bodily as well as mentally。 Thus died Mr。 Sizer in 1854； and two others quite recently。 And how many more God only knows： we can't count the stones at the bottom of a dark well。
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