s if they had me still. Nurse Bacon rolled from me; I think that someone—probably, Nurse Spiller—hit me; yet still my fit kept on. I have an idea that Betty started up bellowing—that other ladies, in rooms close by, took up the screams and shouts from ours. I think the nurses ran. ''Catch up these bottles and cups!'' I heard one of them say, as she flew off with the others. Then someone must have taken fright and caught hold of one of the handles in the hall: there came a bell. The bell brought men and then, after another minute, Dr Christie. He was pulling on his coat. He saw me, still kicking and thrashing on the bed, with the blood from Nurse Bacon''s nose upon me.
''She''s in a paroxysm,'' he cried. ''A bad one. Good Lord, what was it set her off?''
Nurse Bacon said nothing. She had her hand at her face, but her eyes were on mine. ''What was it?'' Dr Christie said again. ''A dream?''
A dream,'' she answered. Then she looked at him, and started into life. ''Oh, Dr Christie,'' she said, ''she was saying a lady''s name, and moving, as she slept!''
That made me shriek all over again. Dr Christie said, ''Right. We know our treatment for paroxysms. You men, and Nurse Spiller. Cold water plunge. Thirty minutes.''
The men caught hold of me by the arms and picked me up. I had been pressed so hard by the nurses that it seemed to me now, as they set me upright, that I was beginning to float. In fact, they dragged me: I found the grazes upon my toes, next day. But I don''t remember, now, being taken down from that floor, to the basement of the house. I don''t remember passing the door to the pads—going on, down that dark corridor, to the room where they kept the bath. I remember the roaring of the faucets, the chill of the tiles beneath my feet—but, only dimly. What I recall most is the wooden frame they fixed me to, at the arms and legs; and then, the creaking of it, as they winched it up and swung it over the water; the swaying of it, as I pulled against the straps.