Byron appears to have admitted to Medwin that "a part" of the letter was genuine. The rest of it--the gratuitously offensive part of it--was doubtless doctored, if not actually fabricated, by the novelist for the purposes of her art. In any case, however, quite enough was written to send Lady Caroline into a fit, from which she only recovered to renew her eccentricities. "I lost my brain," she confesses. "I was bled, leeched; kept for a month in the filthy Dolphin Inn at Rock. On my return I was in great prostration of mind and spirit." And then scenes followed--scene on the heels of scene. It is impossible to be quite sure of arranging them in their proper order; but that matters little. There was a scene in Brocket Park, where Lady Caroline burnt Byron in effigy. Together with his effigy she burnt copies of his letters, keeping the originals for reference. A number of girls, attired in white, danced round the pyre, chanting a dirge which she had composed for the occasion: "_Is this Guy Faux you burn in effigy? Why bring the Traitor here? What is Guy Faux to me? Guy Faux betrayed his country, and his laws. England revenged the wrong; his was a public cause. But I have private cause to raise this flame. Burn also those, and be their fate the same._" And also: "_Burn, fire, burn, while wondering Boys exclaim, And gold and trinkets glitter in the flame. Ah! look not thus on me, so grave, so sad; Shake not your heads, nor say the Lady's mad._" Et cetera. Then there was a scene in Byron's chambers, whither Lady Caroline pursued him in order to obtain confirmation of certain suspicions, thus described by Byron to Medwin: "In order to detect my intrigues she watched me, and earthed a lady into my lodgings--and came herself, terrier-like, in the disguise of a carman. My valet, who did not see through the masquerade, let her in: when to the despair of Fletcher, she put off the man and put on the woman. Imagine the scene! It was worthy of Faublas!" After that, according to Medwin, it was agreed that, if they met, they were to meet as strangers; but Lady Caroline did not carry out her part of the agreement. "We were at a ball," the reporter represents Byron as saying. "She came up and asked me if she might waltz. I thought it perfectly indifferent whether she waltzed or not, or with whom, and told her so, in different terms, but with much coolness. After she had finished, a scene occurred, which was in the mouths of everyone." Fanny Kemble, however, gives a more sensational version of the story.