Please tell John
to have the carriage ready. I am going myself this time.'
Frank opened his lips to protest against it, but something in his
brother's manner kept him quiet and submissive. He was no longer master
there--unless--unless--he scarcely dared whisper to himself what; but
when the carriage went for the fourth time to the station after Gretchen
and returned without her, he said to his wife:
'I think Arthur is crazy, and possibly we shall have to shut him up.'
'Yes, I wish you would,' was Dolly's reply, in a tone of relief, for,
thus far, Arthur's presence in the house had not added to her comfort.
'Of course he is crazy, and ought to be taken care of before he tears
the house down over our heads, or does some dreadful thing.'
'That's so, and I will see St. Claire to-morrow and find out the proper
steps to be taken,' said Frank.
That night he dreamed of windows with iron bars across them, and
strait-jackets, into which he was thrusting his brother, while a face,
the loveliest he had ever seen, looked reproachfully at him, with tears
in the soft blue eyes, and a pleading pathos in the voice which said
words he could not understand, for the language was a strange one to him
who only knew his own.
With a start Frank awoke, and found his wife sitting up in bed,
listening intently to sounds which came from the hall, where some one
was evidently moving around.
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