_From Mrs. Wragge to her Husband._
"Dear sir for mercy's sake come here and help us She had a dreadful
letter I don't know what yesterday but she read it in bed and when I
went in with her breakfast I found her dead and if the doctor had not
been two doors off nobody else could have brought her to life again and
she sits and looks dreadful and won't speak a word her eyes frighten me
so I shake from head to foot oh please do come I keep things as tidy
as I can and I do like her so and she used to be so kind to me and the
landlord says he's afraid she'll destroy herself I wish I could write
straight but I do shake so your dutiful wife matilda wragge excuse
faults and beg you on my knees come and help us the Doctor good man will
put some of his own writing into this for fear you can't make out mine
and remain once more your dutiful wife matilda wragge."
_Added by the Doctor._
"SIR--I beg to inform you that I was yesterday called into a neighbor's
in Vauxhall Walk to attend a young lady who had been suddenly taken ill.
I recovered her with great difficulty from one of the most obstinate
fainting-fits I ever remember to have met with. Since that time she has
had no relapse, but there is apparently some heavy distress weighing
on her mind which it has hitherto been found impossible to remove. She
sits, as I am informed, perfectly silent, and perfectly unconscious of
what goes on about her, for hours together, with a letter in her
hand which she will allow nobody to take from her. If this state of
depression continues, very distressing mental consequences may follow;
and I only do my duty in suggesting that some relative or friend should
interfere who has influence enough to rouse her. Your obedient servant,
"RICHARD JARVIS, M.R.C.S."