“Padre, there is no doctor in Simití,” Rosendo answered quietly.
“No doctor!”
Josè kept silence for a few moments. Then––
“But perhaps I do not need one. What time did it occur?”
“It did not happen to-day, Padre,” said Rosendo with pitying compassion. “It was nearly a week ago.”
“Nearly a week! And have I lain here so long?”
“Yes, Padre.”
The priest stared at him uncomprehendingly. Then––
“The dreams were frightful! I must have talked––raved! Rosendo––you heard me––?” His voice betrayed anxiety.
“There, Padre, think no more about it. You were wild––I fought to keep you in bed––we thought you must die––all but Carmen––but you have your senses now––and you must forget the past.”