“Excellent!  Now I can speak out plainly with little fear of disappointing you.  After what I have said, you will agree with me, that the only change in Miss Burnham’s life which will be of any use to her is a change that will alter the present tone of her mind on the subject of Mr. Aldersley.  Place her in a position to discover—­not by reference to her own distempered fancies and visions, but by reference to actual evidence and actual fact—­whether Mr. Aldersley is, or is not, a living man; and there will be an end of the hysterical delusions which now threaten to fatally undermine her health.  Even taking matters at their worst—­even assuming that Mr. Aldersley has died in the Arctic seas—­it will be less injurious to her to discover this positively, than to leave her mind to feed on its own morbid superstitions and speculations, for weeks and weeks together, while the next news from the Expedition is on its way to England.  In one word, I want you to be in a position, before the week is out, to put Miss Burnham’s present conviction to a practical test.  Suppose you could say to her, ’We differ, my dear, about Mr. Francis Aldersley.  You declare, without the shadow of a reason for it, that he is certainly dead, and, worse still, that he has died by the act of one of his brother officers.  I assert, on the authority of the newspaper, that nothing of the sort has happened, and that the chances are all in favor of his being still a living man.  What do you say to crossing the Atlantic, and deciding which of us is right—­you or I?’ Do you think Miss Burnham will say No to that, Mrs. Crayford?  If I know anything of human nature, she will seize the opportunity as a means of converting you to a belief in the Second Sight.”

“Good Heavens, doctor! do you mean to tell me that we are to go to sea and meet the Arctic Expedition on its way home?”

“Admirably guessed, Mrs. Crayford!  That is exactly what I mean.”

“But how is it to be done?”

“I will tell you immediately.  I mentioned—­didn’t I?—­that I had heard something on my road to this house.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I met an old friend at my own gate, who walked with me a part of the way here.  Last night my friend dined with the admiral at Portsmouth.  Among the guests there was a member of the Ministry who had brought the news about the Expedition with him from London.  This gentleman told the company there was very little doubt that the Admiralty would immediately send out a steam-vessel, to meet the rescued men on the shores of America, and bring them home.  Wait a little, Mrs. Crayford!  Nobody knows, as yet, under what rules and regulations the vessel will sail.  Under somewhat similar circumstances, privileged people have been received as passengers, or rather as guests, in her majesty’s ships—­and what has been conceded on former occasions may, by bare possibility, be conceded now.  I can say no more.  If you are not afraid of the voyage for yourself, I am not afraid of it (nay, I am all in favor of it on medical grounds) for my patient.  What do you say?  Will you write to your father, and ask him to try what his interest will do with his friends at the Admiralty?”