This was the Asylum.  Here she first heard herself called by Anne Catherick’s name, and here, as a last remarkable circumstance in the story of the conspiracy, her own eyes informed her that she had Anne Catherick’s clothes on.  The nurse, on the first night in the Asylum, had shown her the marks on each article of her underclothing as it was taken off, and had said, not at all irritably or unkindly, “Look at your own name on your own clothes, and don’t worry us all any more about being Lady Glyde.  She’s dead and buried, and you’re alive and hearty.  Do look at your clothes now!  There it is, in good marking ink, and there you will find it on all your old things, which we have kept in the house—­ Anne Catherick, as plain as print!” And there it was, when Miss Halcombe examined the linen her sister wore, on the night of their arrival at Limmeridge House.

These were the only recollections—­all of them uncertain, and some of them contradictory—­which could be extracted from Lady Glyde by careful questioning on the journey to Cumberland.  Miss Halcombe abstained from pressing her with any inquiries relating to events in the Asylum—­her mind being but too evidently unfit to bear the trial of reverting to them.  It was known, by the voluntary admission of the owner of the mad-house, that she was received there on the twenty-seventh of July.  From that date until the fifteenth of October (the day of her rescue) she had been under restraint, her identity with Anne Catherick systematically asserted, and her sanity, from first to last, practically denied.  Faculties less delicately balanced, constitutions less tenderly organised, must have suffered under such an ordeal as this.  No man could have gone through it and come out of it unchanged.

Arriving at Limmeridge late on the evening of the fifteenth, Miss Halcombe wisely resolved not to attempt the assertion of Lady Glyde’s identity until the next day.

The first thing in the morning she went to Mr. Fairlie’s room, and using all possible cautions and preparations beforehand, at last told him in so many words what had happened.  As soon as his first astonishment and alarm had subsided, he angrily declared that Miss Halcombe had allowed herself to be duped by Anne Catherick.  He referred her to Count Fosco’s letter, and to what she had herself told him of the personal resemblance between Anne and his deceased niece, and he positively declined to admit to his presence, even for one minute only, a madwoman, whom it was an insult and an outrage to have brought into his house at all.

Miss Halcombe left the room—­waited till the first heat of her indignation had passed away—­decided on reflection that Mr. Fairlie should see his niece in the interests of common humanity before he closed his doors on her as a stranger—­and thereupon, without a word of previous warning, took Lady Glyde with her to his room.  The servant was posted at the door to prevent their entrance, but Miss Halcombe insisted on passing him, and made her way into Mr. Fairlie’s presence, leading her sister by the hand.