Then things came back to me.

Stand by me, St.Claire.
I can see I am in the way, and Frank would like to be rid of me; but stand by me, and don't let them do it.' His manner was very pleading, and like one who was in fear of something, and remembering the past when a golden-haired girl had begged him to save her from iron bars and bolts, Mr.St.Claire assured him of his support against any steps which might be taken to prove him mad enough for the asylum.
'But I would not come for Gretchen any more,' he said.

'I would give her a rest.

Who is she ?' Instantly the old look of cunning came into Arthur's eyes, as he replied: 'She is Gretchen;' and then he walked toward the carriage, while Mr.St.
Claire looked curiously after him, and said to himself: 'That fellow is not right, but he is not a subject for a mad house, and I should oppose his being sent there.

I do not believe, however, that they will try it on.'.