Any faint glimmerings of sense which Mrs. Wragge may have
formerly possessed appear to have now finally taken their leave of her.
On receiving permission to go to London, she favored us immediately
with two inquiries. Might she do some shopping? and might she leave the
cookery-book behind her? Miss Vanstone said Yes to one question, and I
said Yes to the other--and from that moment, Mrs. Wragge has existed in
a state of perpetual laughter. I am still hoarse with vainly repeated
applications of vocal stimulant; and I left her in the railway carriage,
to my inexpressible disgust, with _both_ shoes down at heel.
Under ordinary circumstances these absurd particulars would not have
dwelt on my memory. But, as matters actually stand, my unfortunate
wife's imbecility may, in her present position, lead to consequences
which we none of us foresee. She is nothing more or less than a grown-up
child; and I can plainly detect that Miss Vanstone trusts her, as she
would not have trusted a sharper woman, on that very account. I know
children, little and big, rather better than my fair relative does; and
I say--beware of all forms of human innocence, when it happens to be
your interest to keep a secret to yourself.
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