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"Have you any complaint, then, to make of your treatment here?" inquired Dr. Eskell. "No, no, sir," said Alfred warmly. "Dr. Wycherley is the very soul of humanity. Here are no tortures, no handcuffs nor leg-locks, no brutality, no insects that murder Sleep without offence to Logic. In my last asylum the attendants inflicted violence, here they are only allowed to endure it.
If Cyril was coming up to town at all, I'm pretty sure it'd be his tooth he was coming up to see about. I went to Eskell about mine myself last Wednesday." The elder man seated himself and leaned back in his chair, with his violin in his lap; then he surveyed his friend long and curiously.
Abbott, "and coupling it with what we have seen of you, we think your relatives have treated you, and a young lady of whom everybody speaks with respect " "God bless you for saying that! God bless you!" " treated you both, I say, with needless severity." Dr. Eskell then told him the result of the Special Commission, now closed. "I believe you to be cured," said he; "and Mr.
The great faculty of Memory thus tested, Dr. Eskell proceeded to a greater: Judgment. "Spirited lines those, sir." "Yes, sir; but surely rather tumid. 'The whole forces of the shaken globe? But little poets love big words." "I see; you agree with Horace, that so great a work as an epic poem should open modestly with an invocation." "No, sir," said Alfred.
"The Board has the power," said Dr. Eskell; "but for many reasons they exercise it with prudence and reserve. Besides, it is only fair to those who have signed the order, to give them the graceful office of liberating the patient; it paves the way to reconciliation." Alfred sighed.
Alfred's blood boiled, but he knew it must not boil over. He contrived to throw a short, pertinent remark in every now and then. This, being done politely, told; and at last Dr. Eskell, Commissioner of Lunacy, smiled and turned to him: "Allow me to put a few questions to you." "The more the better, sir," said Alfred. Dr.
Eskell, rather feebly, "let me tell you those passages, which so shock your peculiar notions, are among the most applauded." "Very likely, sir," retorted the maniac, whose logic was up; "but applauded only in a nation where the floods clap their hands every Sunday morning, and we all pray for peace, giving as our exquisite reason that we have got the God of hosts on our side in war." Mr.
What have the Latin poets to do with this modern's sanity or insanity?" Mr. Abbott snorted contemptuously in support of the query. But Dr. Eskell smiled, and said: "Continue to answer me as intelligently, and you may find it has a great deal to do with it."
Eskell had an itch for the classics: so he went on to say, "You have been a scholar, I hear." "I am not old enough to be a scholar, sir," said Alfred; "but I am a student." "Well, well; now can you tell me what follows this line "Jusque datum sceleri canimus populuinque potentem'?" "Why, not at the moment." "Oh, surely you can," said Dr. Eskell ironically. "It is in a tolerably well-known passage.
When he described David's appearance and words on his father's lawn at night, Wycherley interrupted him quietly: "Are you quite sure this was not a vision, a phantom of the mind heated by your agitation, and your suspicions?" Dr. Eskell nodded assent, knowing nothing about the matter. "Pray, doctor, was I the only person who saw this vision?" inquired Alfred slily.
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