Poor dear! How he must have suffered, whether it be true or only imagination.

I wonder if there is any truth in it at all.

Did he get his brain fever, and then write all those terrible things, or had he some cause for it all?
I suppose I shall never know, for I dare not open the subject to him.

And yet that man we saw yesterday! He seemed quite certain of him, poor fellow! I suppose it was the funeral upset him and sent his mind back on some train of thought.
He believes it all himself.

I remember how on our wedding day he said "Unless some solemn duty come upon me to go back to the bitter hours, asleep or awake, mad or sane.