Good God! a lunatic asylum! and the business torn like a piece of old rag! I know that fellow at Riga's dancing like a cannibal, and there--there 'll be articles in the papers .-- Here, girl! come up to the light.

Come here, I say." Emilia walked up to him.
"You don't look mad.

I dare say everybody else understands you.

Do they ?" The sad-flushed pallor of his face provoked Emilia to say: "You ought to have the doctor here immediately.

Let me bring him, sir." A gleam as of a lantern through his oppressive mental fog calmed the awful irritability of his nerves somewhat.
"You've got him outside ?" "No, sir." The merchant's eagerness faded out.