“To think things were right would be too terrible! I say everything's wrong.”

“What's to be done, then?” sighed Richard.

“I must get out of it all.”

“But how?”

“There is only one way.”

“What is that?”

“Everybody knows.”

“Alice,” cried Richard, nearly in despair like herself, “are you out of your mind?”

“Pretty nearly.—Why shouldn't I be? There are plenty of us!”

“Alice, if you won't tell me what is the matter with you, if you won't let me help you, I will sit down by you till the morning.”