Francis Worcester Doughty, Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)
“ Where is she, George?” I felt a shiver pass over me. Was he mad? “Do you mean Walla? She is here, Maurice.” The girl stood facing him; her lips tightly set, her face as livid as the face of a corpse. “No, no! I don’t mean Walla at all. You know very well who I mean, George Wylde. You saw her in Mars, Mirrikh told me so. Where is she, I say?” “I do not understand you,” I replied. “Try and pull yourself together, old fellow. Your mind is wandering. Doctor, for God’s sake do something. He is mad! Unless there is help we shall lose him again.” “What can I do?” groaned the Doctor. ”
