Laura was overwhelmed and terror-stricken.  She had expected to walk forth in freedom in a few moments.  The revulsion was terrible.  Her mother appeared like one shaken with an ague fit.  Laura insane!  And about to be locked up with madmen!  She had never contemplated this.  Mr. Graham said he should move at once for a writ of ‘habeas corpus’.

But the judge could not do less than his duty, the law must have its way.  As in the stupor of a sudden calamity, and not fully comprehending it, Mrs. Hawkins saw Laura led away by the officer.

With little space for thought she was, rapidly driven to the railway station, and conveyed to the Hospital for Lunatic Criminals.  It was only when she was within this vast and grim abode of madness that she realized the horror of her situation.  It was only when she was received by the kind physician and read pity in his eyes, and saw his look of hopeless incredulity when she attempted to tell him that she was not insane; it was only when she passed through the ward to which she was consigned and saw the horrible creatures, the victims of a double calamity, whose dreadful faces she was hereafter to see daily, and was locked into the small, bare room that was to be her home, that all her fortitude forsook her.  She sank upon the bed, as soon as she was left alone—­she had been searched by the matron—­and tried to think.  But her brain was in a whirl.  She recalled Braham’s speech, she recalled the testimony regarding her lunacy.  She wondered if she were not mad; she felt that she soon should be among these loathsome creatures.  Better almost to have died, than to slowly go mad in this confinement.

—­We beg the reader’s pardon.  This is not history, which has just been written.  It is really what would have occurred if this were a novel.  If this were a work of fiction, we should not dare to dispose of Laura otherwise.  True art and any attention to dramatic proprieties required it.  The novelist who would turn loose upon society an insane murderess could not escape condemnation.  Besides, the safety of society, the decencies of criminal procedure, what we call our modern civilization, all would demand that Laura should be disposed of in the manner we have described.  Foreigners, who read this sad story, will be unable to understand any other termination of it.

But this is history and not fiction.  There is no such law or custom as that to which his Honor is supposed to have referred; Judge O’Shaunnessy would not probably pay any attention to it if there were.  There is no Hospital for Insane Criminals; there is no State commission of lunacy.  What actually occurred when the tumult in the court room had subsided the sagacious reader will now learn.

Laura left the court room, accompanied by her mother and other friends, amid the congratulations of those assembled, and was cheered as she entered a carriage, and drove away.  How sweet was the sunlight, how exhilarating the sense of freedom!  Were not these following cheers the expression of popular approval and affection?  Was she not the heroine of the hour?