"Remember the coastguards finding you?"
"No, I don't remember that."
Doctor laughed. "I expect you're further behind-hand than you think, then. How long do you think you've been here?—nearly two months!"
Mr. Wriford said without emotion: "Two months. Will you tell me the date, please?"
"December—nearly Christmas. It's Christmas next week. Now look here, what about your friends? We must send them a happy Christmas from you, what?"
"I've no friends," said Mr. Wriford.
"No friends! None at all? Come, you must have, you know."
"I've not," said Mr. Wriford. "Look here, as soon as I'm well, I'll go away. That's all I want."
Doctor looked puzzled. "Got a name, I suppose?"
"Wriford."