“Vance, this is Mr. Castaigne,” said Mr. Wilde. Before he had finished speaking, the man threw himself on the ground before the table, crying and grasping, “Oh, God! Oh, my God! Help me! Forgive me! Oh, Mr. Castaigne, keep that man away. You cannot, you cannot mean it! You are different⁠—save me! I am broken down⁠—I was in a madhouse and now⁠—when all was coming right⁠—when I had forgotten the King⁠—the King in Yellow and⁠—but I shall go mad again⁠—I shall go mad⁠—”