Don't look frightened, Madam. I watched by him last night, after his return, and from his tossings and restlessness, and some strange words which he uttered, as if in a kind of agony, once or twice, I shrewdly suspect the poor boy was at a fortune-teller's, to enquire about his father's doom, and that he was frightened with some horrid sight or other.
MADALINE.
Think you so?
HUMPHRY
I am almost sure of it. Those cursed hags make people run mad sometimes with the sights they raise up before them.
MADALINE.
I have heard of such things in the country, in days gone by, but now——
HUMPHRY.
But the days of London wickedness never go by; and if they have unsettled the brain of that noble boy, burning at the stake is too good for them.
