Gerrit and Uncle Paul and all the rest of them. I have all of you to look after. You never see anything and you know nothing, you live in a dream, you walk blindly . . . to your ruin, all of you. . . . Who would look after you if I wasn't there? Who would look after you if I died to-morrow? . . . If I worried about it, instead of quietly doing my duty, it would send me mad to think of it! . . . And you never stay by me, you keep on running about, with the wretches at your heels, waiting to hide you away and bury you. Why, they had hold of Uncle Gerrit the other day, in chains, under my room! I heard him all through the night and I couldn't release him until . . . until . . ."
He had lost the thread of his thoughts, passed his hand over his hair and said, mournfully:
"Addie, my dear boy, you mustn't come and see me any more. Uncle is in a bad house. It's a bad place, that doctor's house. Terrible things happen there at night. You're too young, Addie, to come to such a bad house. Promise me that you won't come again. . . ."
"Uncle, the doctor's is not a bad house. . . ."
"Of course you would know better than I! You're young; and you don't know and don't see things. There are scandalous goings-on at night, scandalous things in every room in the house. I shall tell Mamma to take you away: I can't look after all of you . . ."
