Neither had had much to say that morning.
"All ready," said the doctor, putting his head in at the door of his office and again disappearing.

Madeline instantly rose.

Henry put his hand on her arm, and said-- "Remember, dear, this was your idea, not mine, and if the experiment fails that makes no difference to me." She bowed her head without replying, and they went into the office.

Madeline, trembling and deadly pale, sat down in the operating chair, and her head was immovably secured by padded clamps.

She closed her eyes and put her hand in Henry's.
"Now," said the doctor to her, "fix your attention on the class of memories which you wish destroyed; the electric current more readily follows the fibres which are being excited by the present passage of nervous force.