“In a very safe asylum; well protected for the present; make your mind quite easy till you get a little better; you look ill this morning.”
“I am so entirely bewildered, I do not know whether I can trust my senses at all, or whether they are misleading me in every particular: but you speak English, do you not, madam?”
“I should think you might hear that: it would puzzle me to hold a long discourse in French.”
“You do not come from England?”
“I am lately arrived thence. Have you been long in this country? You seem to know my son?”
“Do, I, madam? Perhaps I do. Your son—the picture there?”
“That is his portrait as a youth. While looking at it, you pronounced his name.”
“Graham Bretton?”
She nodded.
“I speak to Mrs. Bretton, formerly of Bretton, ——shire?”