Caught up in this unexpected way, with his arms tied to his sides, carried by two stout ruffians, Harry had, to be sure, some excuse for wrath. His wig had fallen to the ground, his face was red and distorted by passion, so that even I hardly knew him, when Doctor Powlett came out of his house and slowly advanced to meet him. "Ay, ay, ay!" he asked slowly, wagging his head and stroking his long chin deliberately, in the manner of a physician who considereth what best treatment to recommend. "So this is the unfortunate young gentleman, is it? Ay, he looks very far gone. Nothing less, I fear, than _Dementia acuta cum rabie violentâ_. Resolute treatment in such cases is the best kindness. You will take him, keepers, to the blue-room, and chain him carefully. Your promptitude in making the capture shall be rewarded. As for you, sir"--he shook his forefinger at the unlucky Harry as if he was a schoolmaster admonishing a boy--"as for you, sir, it is lucky, indeed, that you have been caught. You were traced to this town, where, I suppose, you arrived early this morning. Ha! I _have_ known madmen to be run through their vitals by some gentlemen whom they have accosted; or smothered between mattresses--a reprehensible custom, because it deprives the physician of his dues--or brained with a cudgel. You are fortunate, sir. But have a care; this house is remarkable for its kindness to the victims of mania! but have a care." Here Harry burst into a fit of imprecations most dreadful to listen to. "Anybody," said the Doctor, "may swear in this house; a good many do: that often relieves a congested brain, and does no harm to me and my attendants. But disobedience or violence is punished by cold-water baths, by being held under the pump, by bread and water, and by other methods with which I hope you will not make yourself better acquainted. Now, keepers!" For the truth is that the doctor kept a house for the reception of madmen and unhappy lunatics, and I had persuaded him to kidnap Harry--by mistake. In four-and-twenty hours, I thought, he would have time to repent. It was sad, however, to see a man of breeding and learning so easily give way to profane swearing, and it shows the necessity of praying against temptation. Women, fortunately, do not _know_ how to swear. It was, I confess, impossible to pity him. Why, he was going up the hill and on to the Downs with no other object than to kill my lover! CHAPTER XVIII. HOW HARRY GOT RELEASED. "He is now," said Dr. Powlett, returning to the lodge where I awaited him, "safely chained up in a strait-waistcoat. A strong young gentleman, indeed, and took four of my fellows to reduce him. Almost a pity," he went on, thinking of the case from a professional point of view, "that so valiant a fellow is in his right mind." "Doctor, what may that mean?"