dangerous monomaniac; his mania being connected with some fixed idea which evidently never leaves him day or night. I would lay a heavy wager that he dies in a prison or a madhouse.”
“And I’ll lay another wager, if he’s mad enough to annoy us, that we are the people to shut him up,” said Ralph. “There is the address. And now, we needn’t waste your time any longer. I have taken a little place at Brompton, Jack—you and Basil must come and dine with me, as soon as the carpets are down.”
We left the room. As we crossed the hall, a gentleman came forward, and spoke to Mr. Bernard.
“That man’s fever in the Victoria Ward has declared itself at last,” he said. “This morning the new symptoms have appeared.”
“And what do they indicate?”
“Typhus of the most malignant character—not a doubt of it. Come up, and look at him.”
I saw Mr. Bernard start, and glance quickly at my brother. Ralph fixed his eyes searchingly on his friend’s face; exclaimed: “Victoria Ward! why you mentioned that—;” and then stopped, with a very strange and sudden alteration in