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…barrelled order given； the doctor went away。 （Formula。）
The water was down to forty…five degrees Fahrenheit。 Half an hour's shower…bath at that temperature in a roomy bath would kill the youngest and strongest man in her Majesty's dominions。
For eight…and…twenty mortal minutes the poor old man stood in this vertical coffin under this cold cascade。 Six hundred gallons of icy water were in that his last hour； his last half…hour； discharged upon his devoted head and doomed body。
He had to be helped away from this death…torrent he had walked into in high spirits； poor soul。
Even this change awakened no misgivings； no remorse； though you or I； or any man or woman picked at hazard out of the streets； would at once have seen that he was dying； he was duly dozed by the fire with four spoonfuls of antimonial tincture_to mak' sicker。_ But even the 〃Destructive Art of Healing〃 cannot slay the slain。 The old man cheated the emetic； for； before it could hurt him； he died of the bath； And his body told its own sad tale； to use the words of a medical eye…witness； it was 〃A PIECE OF ALABASTER。〃 The death…torrent had driven the whole circulation from the surface。*
* This mode of execution is well known in the United States。 They settle refractory prisoners with it periodically。 But half an hour is not needed； twenty minutes will do the trick。 _〃Harper's Weekly；_〃 a year or two ago； contained an admirable woodcut of a negro's execution by water。 In this remarkable picture you see the poor darkie seated powerless； howling and panting his life away under the deadly cascade； and there stands the stolid turnkey； erect； formal； stiff as a ramrod； pulling the deadly string with a sort of drill exercise air； and no more compunction nor reflection than if he himself was a machine constructed to pull strings or triggers on his own string being pulled by butcher or fool。 A picture well studied； and so worth study。
Mrs。 Dodd was terrified； and in spite of Sampson's assurance that this was the asylum of all others they would not settle another patient in until the matter should have blown over； got Eve Dodd to write to Dr。 Wolf； and offer L。 300 a year if he would take David at once； and treat him with especial consideration。
He showed this letter triumphantly to Mrs。 Archbold； and she； blinded for a moment by feeling； dissuaded him from receiving Captain Dodd。 He stared at her。 〃What； turn away a couple of thousand pounds？〃
〃But they will come to visit him； and perhaps see him。〃
〃Oh； that can be managed。 You must be on your guard： and I'll warn Rooke。 I can't turn away money on a chance。〃
One day Alfred found himself locked into his room。 This was unusual： for； though they called him a lunatic in words； they called him sane by all their acts。 He half suspected that the Commissioners were in the house。
Had he known who really was in the house； he would have beaten himself to pieces against the door。
At dinner there was a new patient； very mild and silent； with a beautiful large brown eye； like some gentle animal's。
Alfred was very much struck with this eye； and contrived to say a kind word to him after dinner。 Finding himself addressed by a gentleman； the new comer handled his forelock and made a sea scrape； and announced himself as William Thompson； he added with simple pride； 〃Able Seaman；〃 then touching his forelock again； 〃Just come aboard； your honour。〃 After this； which came off glibly； he was anything but communicative。 However； Alfred contrived to extract from him that he was rather glad to leave his last ship； on account of having been constantly impeded there in his duties by a set of lubbers； that clung round him and kept him on deck whenever the first lieutenant ordered him into the top。
The very next day； pacing sadly the dull gravel of his prison yard； Alfred heard a row； and there was the able seaman struggling with the Robin and two other keepers。 He wanted to go to his duties in the foretop： to wit； the fork of a high elm…tree in the court…yard。 Alfred had half a mind not to interfere。 〃Who cares for _my_ misery？〃 he said。 But his better nature prevailed； and he told the Robin he was sure going up imaginary rigging would do Thompson more good than harm。
On this the men reluctantly gave him a trial； and he went up the tree with wonderful strength and agility； but evident caution。 Still Alfred quaked when he crossed his thighs tight over a limb of the tree forty feet from earth； and went carefully and minutely through the whole process of furling imaginary sails。 However； he came down manifestly soothed by the performance； and； singular phenomenon； he was quite cool； and it was the spectators on deck who perspired。
〃And what a pleasant voice he has；〃 said Alfred； 〃it quite charms my ear； it is not like a mad voice。 It is likeI'm mad myself。〃
〃And he has got a fiddle； and plays it like a hangel； by all accounts；〃 said the Robin； 〃only he won't touch it but when he has a mind。〃
At night Alfred dreamed he heard Julia's sweet mellow voice speaking to him； and he looked； and lo！ it was the able