How well Disraeli knew life. Our bird when he found the cage open would
not fly, so all our subtle arrangements were for nought. At any rate, we have
proved one thing, that the spells of quietness last a reasonable time. We shall
in future be able to ease his bonds for a few hours each day. I have given orders
to the night attendant merely to shut him in the padded room, when once he is
quiet, until the hour before sunrise. The poor soul's body will enjoy the relief
even if his mind cannot appreciate it. Hark! The unexpected again! I am called.
The patient has once more escaped.