..' She stopped and
threw back her head. 'You're right, Arthur, I think I shall go mad.'
He watched her helplessly. He did not know what to do. Margaret went on,
her voice quivering with anguish.
'When we were married, I reminded him that he'd promised to take me
to his mother. He would never speak of her, but I felt I must see her.
And one day, suddenly, he told me to get ready for a journey, and we
went a long way, to a place I did not know, and we drove into the
country. We seemed to go miles and miles, and we reached at last a
large house, surrounded by a high wall, and the windows were heavily
barred. We were shown into a great empty room. It was dismal and cold
like the waiting-room at a station. A man came in to us, a tall man,
in a frock-coat and gold spectacles. He was introduced to me as Dr
Taylor, and then, suddenly, I understood.'
Margaret spoke in hurried gasps, and her eyes were staring wide, as
though she saw still the scene which at the time had seemed the crowning
horror of her experience.
'I knew it was an asylum, and Oliver hadn't told me a word.
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