“I don't think Lecount's mad,” said Noel Vanstone, with a very blank look, and a very discomposed manner. “It couldn't have escaped me, with my habits of observation; it couldn't possibly have escaped me if Lecount had been mad.”
“Very good, my dear sir. In my opinion, she is the subject of an insane delusion. In your opinion, she is in possession of her senses, and has some mysterious motive which neither you nor I can fathom. Either way, there can be no harm in putting Mrs. Lecount's description to the test, not only as a matter of curiosity, but for our own private satisfaction on both sides. It is of course impossible to tell my niece that she is to be made the subject of such a preposterous experiment as that note of yours suggests. But you can use your own eyes, Mr. Vanstone; you c
