“ShehasescapedfrommyAsylum!” Icannotsaywithtruththattheterribleinferencewhichthosewordssuggestedflasheduponmelikeanewrevelation. Someofthestrangequestionsputtomebythewomaninwhite,aftermyill-consideredpromisetoleaveherfreetoactasshepleased,hadsuggestedtheconclusioneitherthatshewasnaturallyflightyandunsettled,orthatsomerecentshockofterrorhaddisturbedthebalanceofherfaculties. ButtheideaofabsoluteinsanitywhichweallassociatewiththeverynameofanAsylum,had,Icanhonestlydeclare,neveroccurredtome,inconnectionwithher. Ihadseennothing,inherlanguageorheractions,tojustifyitatthetime;andevenwiththenewlightthrownonherbythewordswhichthestrangerhadaddressedtothepoliceman,Icouldseenothingtojustifyitnow. WhathadIdone?Assistedthevictimofthemosthorribleofallfalseimprisonmentstoescape;orcastlooseonthewideworldofLondonanunfortunatecreature,whoseactionsitwasmyduty,andeveryman’sduty,mercifullytocontrol? Iturnedsickatheartwhenthequestionoccurredtome,andwhenIfeltself-reproachfullythatitwasaskedtoolate. Inthedisturbedstateofmymind,itwasuselesstothinkofgoingtobed,whenIatlastgotbacktomychambersinClement’sInn. BeforemanyhourselapseditwouldbenecessarytostartonmyjourneytoCumberland. Isatdownandtried,firsttosketch,thentoread—butthewomaninwhitegotbetweenmeandmypencil,betweenmeandmybook. Hadtheforlorncreaturecometoanyharm? Thatwasmyfirstthought,thoughIshrankselfishlyfromconfrontingit. Otherthoughtsfollowed,onwhichitwaslessharrowingtodwell.Wherehadshestoppedthecab?Whathadbecomeofhernow? Hadshebeentracedandcapturedbythemeninthechaise? Orwasshestillcapableofcontrollingherownactions;andwerewetwofollowingourwidelypartedroadstowardsonepointinthemysteriousfuture,atwhichweweretomeetoncemore? Itwasareliefwhenthehourcametolockmydoor,tobidfarewelltoLondonpursuits,Londonpupils,andLondonfriends,andtobeinmovementagaintowardsnewinterestsandanewlife. Eventhebustleandconfusionattherailwayterminus,sowearisomeandbewilderingatothertimes,rousedmeanddidmegood. MytravellinginstructionsdirectedmetogotoCarlisle,andthentodivergebyabranchrailwaywhichraninthedirectionofthecoast. Asamisfortunetobeginwith,ourenginebrokedownbetweenLancasterandCarlisle. Thedelayoccasionedbythisaccidentcausedmetobetoolateforthebranchtrain,bywhichIwastohavegoneonimmediately. Ihadtowaitsomehours;andwhenalatertrainfinallydepositedmeattheneareststationtoLimmeridgeHouse,itwaspastten,andthenightwassodarkthatIcouldhardlyseemywaytothepony-chaisewhichMr.Fairliehadorderedtobeinwaitingforme. Thedriverwasevidentlydiscomposedbythelatenessofmyarrival. HewasinthatstateofhighlyrespectfulsulkinesswhichispeculiartoEnglishservants. Wedroveawayslowlythroughthedarknessinperfectsilence. Theroadswerebad,andthedenseobscurityofthenightincreasedthedifficultyofgettingoverthegroundquickly. Itwas,bymywatch,nearlyanhourandahalffromthetimeofourleavingthestationbeforeIheardthesoundoftheseainthedistance,andthecrunchofourwheelsonasmoothgraveldrive. Wehadpassedonegatebeforeenteringthedrive,andwepassedanotherbeforewedrewupatthehouse. Iwasreceivedbyasolemnman-servantoutoflivery,wasinformedthatthefamilyhadretiredforthenight,andwasthenledintoalargeandloftyroomwheremysupperwasawaitingme,inaforlornmanner,atoneextremityofalonesomemahoganywildernessofdining-table. Iwastootiredandoutofspiritstoeatordrinkmuch,especiallywiththesolemnservantwaitingonmeaselaboratelyasifasmalldinnerpartyhadarrivedatthehouseinsteadofasolitaryman. InaquarterofanhourIwasreadytobetakenuptomybedchamber. Thesolemnservantconductedmeintoaprettilyfurnishedroom—said,“Breakfastatnineo’clock,sir”—lookedallroundhimtoseethateverythingwasinitsproperplace,andnoiselesslywithdrew. “WhatshallIseeinmydreamsto-night?” Ithoughttomyself,asIputoutthecandle;“thewomaninwhite? ortheunknowninhabitantsofthisCumberlandmansion?” Itwasastrangesensationtobesleepinginthehouse,likeafriendofthefamily,andyetnottoknowoneoftheinmates,evenbysight!