For two years after Madame Vaughan was first received into the
asylum--God help us!--as it was called, the outer world was mercifully
a blank to her. She arrived in a settled state of stupor, in which
she remained, cowering in a corner of the room which she shared with
other afflicted creatures, but taking no heed of them, of the antics
which they played, of the yells and shrieks which they uttered, of the
fantastic illusions of which they were the victims, of the punishment
which their conduct brought upon them. Her face covered by her hands,
her poor body ever rocking to and fro, there she remained for ever in
the one spot until nightfall, when she crept to the miserable couch
allotted to her, and curling herself up as an animal in its slumber,
was unheard, almost unseen, until the next day. The wretched food which
they gave her, coarse in quality and meagre in quantity, she ate in
silence; in silence she bore the spoken ribaldry, and the practical
jokes which in the first few weeks after her admission the guardians
of the establishment, and indeed the great proprietor himself, amused
themselves by heaping upon her; so that in a little time she was found
incapable of administering to their amusement, and was suffered to
remain unmolested.
At the end of the time mentioned, a change took place in the condition
of the patient under the following circumstances. One of the nurses had
had her married sister and niece to visit her; and after tea, by way of
a cheerful amusement, the visitors were conducted through the female
ward. The child, a little girl of five or six years old, frightened
out of her life, hung back as she entered the gloomy room, where women
in every stage of mania, some fierce and shrieking, some silent and
moody, were collected. But her aunt, the nurse, laughed at the child's
fears; and the mother, who through the hospitality of their entertainer
had, after the clearing away of the tea-equipage, been provided with
a beverage which both cheered and inebriated, bade the girl not to be
a fool; and on her still hanging back and evincing an intention of
bursting into tears, administered to her a severe thump on the back,
which had the effect of causing the little one to break forth at once
into a howl.
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