Fortunately the men came at a run, and were just in time, for at the stroke of noon he became so violent that it took all their strength to hold him.
In about five minutes, however, he began to get more quiet, and finally sank into a sort of melancholy, in which state he has remained up to now.

The attendant tells me that his screams whilst in the paroxysm were really appalling.

I found my hands full when I got in, attending to some of the other patients who were frightened by him.
Indeed, I can quite understand the effect, for the sounds disturbed even me, though I was some distance away.

It is now after the dinner hour of the asylum, and as yet my patient sits in a corner brooding, with a dull, sullen, woe-begone look in his face, which seems rather to indicate than to show something directly.

I cannot quite understand it.
Later .-- Another change in my patient.