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these things don't make us friends nothing ever will. Thank you for
your sweet honesty to me, and good-bye.' He wrung my hand, and
taking up his hat, went straight out of the room without looking back,
without a tear or a quiver or a pause; and I am crying like a baby.
Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of
girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on? I know I
would if I were free- only I don't want to be free. My dear, this
quite upset me, and I feel I cannot write of happiness just at once,
after telling you of it; and I don't wish to tell of the number
three until it can be all happy.

"Ever your loving

"Lucy.

"P.S.- Oh, about number three- I needn't tell you of number three,
need I? Besides, it was all so confused; it seemed only a moment
from his coming into the room till both his arms were round me, and he
was kissing me. I am very, very happy, and I don't know what I have
done to deserve it. I must only try in the future to show that I am
not ungrateful to God for all His goodness to me in sending to me such
a lover, such a husband, and such a friend.

"Good-bye."

Dr. Seward's Diary.

(Kept in phonograph)

25 May.- Ebb tide in appetite to-day. Cannot eat, cannot rest, so
diary instead. Since my rebuff of yesterday I have a sort of empty
feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be
worth the doing... As I knew that the only cure for this sort of thing
was work, I went down amongst the patients. I picked out one who has
afforded me a study of much interest. He is so quaint in his mined
to understand him as well as I can. To-day I seemed to get nearer than
ever before to the heart of his mystery.

I questioned him more fully than I had ever done, with a view to
making myself master of the facts of his hallucination. in my manner
of doing it there was, I now see, something of cruelty. I seemed to
wish to keep him to the point of his madness- a thing which I avoid
with the patients as I would the mouth of hell.

(Mem., under what circumstances would I not avoid the pit of
hell?) Omnia Romae venalia sunt. Hell has its price! verb. sap. If
there be anything behind this instinct it will be valuable to trace it
afterwards accurately, so I had better commence to do so, therefore-

R. M. Renfield, aetat 59.- Sanguine temperament; great physical