“Whatthingartthou？”saidthebrain-strickenyouth，drawing
nearthebedandtearingasunderitscurtains。“Whosevoicehast
thoustolenforthymurmursandmiserablepetitions，asifLady
Eleanorecouldbeconsciousofmortalinfirmity？Fie！Heapofdiseased
mortality，whylurkestthouinmylady’schamber？”