Andrea Mantegna Adoration of the Magi paintingThomas Moran Ulysses and the Sirens paintingThomas Moran Mountain of the Holy Cross painting
Forgive my coming back, sir, but I was afraid that the young lady might be upset at his Lordship’s not knowing her. You mustn’t mind him, miss. Next time he’ll be very pleased to see you. It’s only today he’s put out on account of being behindhand with his work. You see, sir, all this week I’ve been helping in the library and I haven’t been able to get all his Lordship’s reports typed out. And he’s got muddled with his card index. That’s all it is. He doesn’t mean any harm.”
“What a nice man,” said Angela, when Loveday had gone back to his charge.
“Yes. I don’t know what we should do without old Loveday. Everybody loves him, staff and patients alike.”
“I remember him well. It’s a great comfort to know that you are able to get such good warders,” said Lady Moping; “people who don’t know, say such foolish things about asylums.”
“Oh, but Loveday isn’t a warder,” said the doctor.
“You don’t mean he’s cuckoo, too?” said Angela.
The doctor corrected her.
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