“Well?” cried she—“well?”
“Well, you are about to get better, my dear child; the fever is decreasing, and your head freer.”
“Yes,” said she, hurriedly, “the horrid fancies that torment me are passing away, and I can think now. Who are you?” asked she, after a pause.
“I am your doctor.”
“But your name? I never saw you before.”
“I know that! This is my first visit to you. My name is Morland.”
“Morland—Morland—I have read that name in the newspapers. Sir William, or Sir something.”
“Sir Henry Morland.”
“Physician to the King, I declare,” said she, raising herself on one arm to look at him; “and you have come here, all this way, to see me!”
“And very well worth my while it was. It is not every day I chance upon so interesting a patient.”