Oh, yes; I see you are indignant, but I speak truth.

I am a plain man;--and if I am deficient in electric germs, as Casimir would say, I have plenty of common sense.

I wish to rescue you, Zara.

You are becoming a prey to morbid fancies; your naturally healthy mind is full of extravagant notions concerning angels and demons and what not; and your entire belief in, and enthusiasm for, your brother is a splendid advertisement for him.

Let me tear the veil of credulity from your eyes.