She was always more or less mad, I fancy, and it seems hereditary.

Her daughter--if daughter she be--seems as distraught as her mother." "And her name, Sir Jasper?
You called her by some name, I think." "Zenith, I suppose.

To tell the truth, Lady Helen, the woman is neither more nor less than a gypsy fortune-teller crazed by a villainous life and villainous liquor.

But, for the sake of the days gone by, when she was young and pretty and told my fortune, I think I will go back and see what Mr.Green intends doing with her.

Such crazy vagrants should not be allowed to go at large." The light tone was a ghastly failure, and the smile but a death's-head grin.