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“It all seems like a dream to me now,” said George Sheffield. “What boys we were too! But I believe I never shall feel so old again.”

“You are such comfortable people in these days,” said I, “that I can’t imagine you as soldiers living such a rough and cruel life as that must have been.”

I happened to look up at Mr. Whiston; and to my dismay he looked paler than ever, and was uneasy. He looked over his shoulder as if he knew a ghost was standing there, and he followed something with his eyes for a moment or two in a way that gave me a little chill of fear. I looked over at Jack to know if he was watching also, and I was rejoiced when he suddenly nodded to me, and asked George Sheffield something about the cigars; and George, who had also noticed, answered him, and began to talk to me about an opera which we had both heard the evening before. I did not know whether they had chanced upon an unlucky subject, or whether Mr. Whiston was crazy; but at any rate he seemed ill at ease, and was not inclined to talk any more. He looked gloomier and more frightened than ever. I went into the library, and presently they followed me; and Mr. Whiston came to say goodnight, though, when Jack insisted that he should not go away so early,–for it was only half-past nine,–he sat down again with a half-sigh, as if it made little difference to him where he was.

“You’re not well, I’m afraid, Whiston,” said my brother in his most professional tone. “I think I shall have to look after you a little. By the way, are you at a hotel? I wish you would come to us for a few days. I’ll drive you to Cambridge, and you know there are a good many of your old friends here in town.” And I seconded this invitation, though I most devoutly hoped it would not be accepted. I had a suspicion that he would be a most uncomfortable guest.

“Thank you, Miss Ainslie,” said he, with a quick, pleasant smile, that brought back my first liking for him. “You’re very good, but I’m not exactly in trim for paying visits. I will come to you for to-morrow night, Ainslie, if you like. I should be glad to see you and Sheffield again–to say good-by. I am going out in the Marathon on Saturday.”

Later, when he had gone, Jack and my cousin and I had a talk about this strange guest of ours. “Is he crazy?” said I to begin with; “and did you see him look at a ghost at dinner? I’m sure it was a ghost.” And George Sheffield laughed; but one of us was as much puzzled as the other. “I thought at first he was melodramatic,” said he; “but there’s something wrong about him. Is he crazy, do you think, Jack? You’re lucky in having a doctor in the house, Helen, if he does come back.”

“He’s not crazy,” said Jack; “at least I think not. I have been watching him. But he is no doubt shattered; he may have some monomania, and I’m afraid he takes opium.”

“I should urge him to spend the winter,” said George serenely, “and what’s the difference between having a monomania and being crazy? Couldn’t he take a new fancy, and do some mischief or other some day?” But Jack only laughed, and went to a book-case; while I thought he had been very inconsiderate, and yet I wished Mr. Whiston to come again. I hoped he would tell us what it was he saw.

“Here’s Bucknill and Tuke,” said my brother, coming close to the drop-light, and turning over the pages; “and now you’ll always know what I mean when I say ‘monomania.’ ‘Characterized by some particular illusion impressed on the understanding, and giving rise to a partial aberration of judgment: the individual affected is rendered incapable of thinking correctly on subjects connected by the particular illusion, while in other respects he betrays no palpable disorder of the mind.’ That’s quoted from Prichard.” And he shut the book again, and went back to put it in its place; but my cousin asked for it, and turned to another page with an air of triumph. “‘An object may appear to be present before his eyes which has no existence whatever there…. If unable to correct or recognize it when an appeal is made to reason, he is insane.’ What do you think of that?” said he. “You had better be on your guard, Jack. I’m very wise just now. I have been studying up on insanity for a case of mine that’s to be tried next month,–at least I devoutly hope it is.”