"Where am I?" she asked; and the kind face smiled again.
"I will tell you all about it when you are a little better. You are quite safe and with good friends. Try to drink this and go to sleep again."
Hyacinth drank something that was warm and nice, and then looked up in the kindly face.
"Do you know," she said, "it is very strange, but I have really forgotten my own name!" She laughed a little hysterical laugh, and Mrs. Chalmers looked anxious.
"I must forbid you to speak again," she said; "my son is the doctor, and, if you disobey me, I shall summon him."
Hyacinth closed her eyes; a quiet sense of rest fell over her, and she was asleep again.
"Poor child," said Mrs. Chalmers, looking at her. "Who is she? I wonder what is her name?"
She slept so long that the kind-hearted woman began to feel uneasy. She went down and told her son.
"Sleeping, is she? Then do not wake her; sleep is the best medicine for her. Mind she has plenty of port wine and beef-tea."
"She says she has forgotten her own name," said Mrs. Chalmers, anxiously.