It was a room apart from the great common rooms in which idiots and imbecile persons are chained at regular intervals to the wall, never leaving their places, night or day, until they die. I was thus spared the pain of seeing what I am told is one of the most truly awful and terrifying spectacles in the world. The doctor, who measured his kindness by the guineas which he could extract from his patients' friends, kept certain private chambers, where, if the poor creatures were chained, they were not exposed to the sights and sounds of the common rooms. In one of these, therefore, he had bestowed Harry. "Let me," I said, "go in first, and speak with him. Do you come presently." I think if I had known, beforehand, what they were going to do, I might have relented--but no: anything was better than that those two men should stand, sword in hand, face to face, trying to kill each other for the sake of an unworthy girl. Yet the poor lad, whom I had ever loved like a brother, looked in piteous case; for they had put the strait-waistcoat over him, which pinned his arms to his sides, and a chain about his waist which was fastened to the wall behind him; his wig was lying on the floor; he seemed wet through, which was the natural effect of those savage keepers' buckets; his face wore a look of rage and despair sad to behold: his eyes glared like the eyes of a bull at a baiting. "You here, Kitty?" he cried. "You? What is the meaning of you in this house?" "Harry, there has been, it seems a very terrible blunder committed by Dr. Powlett's servants; they were told you were a certain escaped madman, and they arrested you in the discharge of their duty. It is most fortunate that the fact has been brought to my ears, because I could hasten----" "Then quick, Kitty, quick!" he cried. "Go, call the doctor, and set me free. It may not yet be too late. Quick, Kitty! They are waiting for me." He forgot, I suppose, what this "waiting" might mean to me. "Who are waiting, Harry?" He did not reply. "What were you going to do on the Downs this morning, Harry, when they made a prisoner of you?" "That is nothing to do with you," he replied. "Go, call the rascally doctor, whose ribs I will break, and his men, whom I will murder, for this job." "Nothing to do with me, Harry! Are you quite sure?" "You look, Kitty, as if you knew. Did Lord Chud----No; he would not. Did Sir Miles go sneaking to you with the news? Gad! I feel inclined to try conclusions with the Norfolk baronet with his cudgel about which he makes such a coil." "Never mind who told me. I know the whole wicked, disgraceful, murderous story!" "Disgraceful! You talk like a woman. Shall a man sit down idly, and see his wife snatched out of his arms?"