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the maniacs only one held out； and said contemptuously he couldn't see it。
〃Well；〃 said Alfred； 〃lay a finger on him after this； and I'll lay a hand on you； and aid your intellectual vision。〃
Rooke and Hayes treated remonstrance with open and galling contempt。 Yet the tide of opinion changed so； they did not care to defy it openly： but they bullied poor Beverley now and then on the sly； and he never told。 He was too inoffensive for this world。 But one day； as Alfred was sitting with his door ajar； writing a letter of earnest expostulation to the Commissioners； who had left his first unanswered； he heard Hayes at the head of the stairs call roughly； 〃Frank！ Frank！〃
〃Sir；〃 replied the soft little voice of young Beverley。
〃Come； be quick； young shaver。〃
〃I'm coming； sir；〃 and up ran Beverley。
〃Here； take this tray downstairs。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Stop； there's a bit of bread for you。〃 And Hayes chucked him a crust； as one throws it to another man's dog。
〃Thank you； sir；〃 said Mr。 Beverley； stooping down for it； and being habitually as hungry as a ratcatcher's tyke； took an eager bite in that position。
〃How dare you eat it there；〃 said Hayes brutally： 〃take it to your own crib： come； mizzle。〃 And with that lent him a contemptuous kick behind； which owing to his position sent him off his balance flat on the tray； a glass broke under him。 Poor young Mr。 Beverley uttered a cry of dismay； for he knew Hayes would not own himself the cause。 Hayes cursed him for an awkward idiot； and the oath went off into a howl； for Alfred ran out at him brimful of Moses； and with a savage kick in the back and blow on the neck； administered simultaneously； hurled him head foremost down the stairs。 Alighting on the seventh step； he turned a somersault； and bounded like a ball on to the landing below； and there lay stupefied。 He picked himself up by slow degrees； and glared round with speechless awe and amazement up at the human thunderbolt that had shot out on him and sent him flying like a feather。 He shook his fist； and limped silently away all bruises and curses； to tell Rooke and concert vengeance。 Alfred； trembling still with ire； took Beverley to his room （the boy was as white as a sheet）； and encouraged him； and made him wash properly； brushed his hair； dressed him in a decent tweed suit he had outgrown； and taking him under his arm； and walking with his own nose haughtily in the air； paraded him up and down the asylum； to show them all the best man in the house respected the poor soft gentleman。 Ah； what a grand thing it is to be young！ Beverley clung to his protector too much like a girl； but walked gracefully and kept step； and every now and then looked up at Alfred with a loving adoration； that was sweet； yet sad to see。 Alfred marched him to Mrs。 Archbold； and told his tale； for he knew Hayes would misrepresent it； and get him into trouble。 She smiled on the pair； gently deplored her favourite's impetuosity； entreated him not to go fighting with that great monster Rooke； and charmed him by saying； 〃Well； and Frank _is_ a gentleman； when he is dressed like one。〃
〃Isn't he？〃 said Alfred eagerly。 〃And whose fault is it he is not always dressed like one？ Whose fault that here's an earl's nephew； 'Boots in Hell'？〃
〃Not yours； Alfred； nor mine；〃 was the honeyed reply。
In vain did Mr。 Hayes prefer his complaint to Dr。 Wolf。 The Archbold had been before him； and the answer was； 〃Served you right。〃
These and many other good deeds did Alfred Hardie in Drayton House。 But； as the days rolled on； and no answer came from the Commissioners； his own anxiety； grief； and dismay left him less and less able to sympathise with the material but smaller wrongs around him。 He became silent； dejected。
At last he came to Mrs。 Archbold； and said sternly his letters to the Commissioners were intercepted。
〃I can't believe that；〃 said she。 〃It is against the law。〃
So it was： but law and custom are two。
〃I am sure of it；〃 said he； 〃and may the eternal curse of Heaven light on the cowardly traitor and miscreant who has done it。〃 And he stalked gloomily away。
When he left her； she sighed at this imprecation from his lips； but did not repent。 〃I _can't_ part with him；〃 she said despairingly； 〃and if I did not stop his poor dear letters； Wolf would：〃 and the amorous crocodile shed a tear； and persisted in her double…faced course。
By…and…by； when she saw him getting thinner and paler； and his bright face downcast and inexpressibly sad； she shared his misery： ay； shed scalding tears for him： yet could not give him up； for her will was as strong as the rest of her was supple； and hers was hot love； but not true love like Julia's。
Perhaps a very subtle observer； seeing this man and woman wax pale and spiritless together in one house； might have divined her secret。 Dr。 Wolf； then； was no such observer； for she made him believe she had a rising _penchant_ for him。 He really had a strong one for her。
While Alfred's visible misery pulled at her heart…strings； and sometimes irritated； sometimes melted her； came curious complications； one of which requires preface。
Mrs。 Dodd then was not the wife to trust blindly where her poor husband was concerned。 She bribed so well that a keeperess in David's first asylum told her David had been harshly used by an attendant。 She instantly got Eve Dodd to take him away： and transfer him to a small asylum nearer London； and kept by a Mrs。 Ellis。 〃Women are not cruel to men；〃 said the sagacious Lucy Dodd。
But； alas！ if women are not cruel where sex comes in and mimics that wider sentiment； Humanity； women are deadly economical。 Largely gifted with that household virtue； Mrs。 Ellis kept too few servants； and； sure consequence in a madhouse； too many straitjackets； hobbles； muffs； leg…locks； bodybelts； &c。 &c。 Hence half her patients were frequently kept out of harm's way by cruel restraints administered； not out of hearty cruelty； but female parsimony。 Mrs。 and Miss Dodd invaded the house one day when the fair economist was out； and found seven patients out of the twelve kept out of mischief thus： one in a restraint chair； two hobbled like asses； two chained like dogs； and two in straight…waistcoats； and fastened to beds by webbing and straps； amongst the latter； David； though quiet as a lamb。
Mrs。 Dodd cried over him as if her heart would break； and made Miss Dodd shift him to a large asylum； where I believe he was very well used。 But here those dreadful newspapers interfered； a prying into sweet secluded spots。 They diversified Mrs。 Dodd's breakfast by informing her that the doctor of this asylum had just killed a patient； the mode of execution bloodless and sure； as became fair science。 It was a man between sixty and seventy； an age at which the heart can seldom stand very much shocking； or lowering； especially where the brain is diseased。 So they placed him in a shower…bath； narrow enough to impede respiration； without the falling water； which of necessity drives out air。 In short a vertical box with holes all round the top。
Here the doctor ordered him a cold shower…bath of unparalleled duration： half an hour。 To be followed by an unprecedented dose of tartar emetic。 This double…bar