Archbold will tell you. Oh, look into these things, sir, in pity to those
whom Heaven has afflicted: to me they are but strokes with a feather. I
am a sane man torn from love and happiness, and confined among the mad;
discomfort is nothing to me; comfort is nothing; you can do nothing for
me but restore me to my dignity as a man, my liberty as a Briton, and the
rights as a citizen I have been swindled out of by a fraudulent bankrupt
and his tools, two venal doctors, who never saw me but for one five
minutes, but came to me ready bribed at a guinea apiece, and so signed
away my wits behind my back."
"Now, Mr. Baker," said Vane, "what do you say to all this?"
Baker smiled with admirable composure, and replied with crafty
moderation, "He is a gentleman, and believes every word he says; but it
is all his delusions. Why, to begin, sir, his father has nothing to do
with putting him in here; nothing on earth. (Alfred started; then smiled
incredulous.) And, in the next place, there are no instruments of
restraint here, but two pair of handcuffs and two strait jackets, and
these never hardly used; we trust to the padded rooms, you know.
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