"Margaret!" he said softly, bending over her.
There was no response and he repeated the name several times. Then her eyes opened full.
"Where am I?" she asked vacantly.
"You are safe, with me," he answered and took her hand.
"With you, Raymond? Where?"
"At the home of a lady who is going to take care of you for the present."
"How queer! I thought I was at my own home."
"We thought it best to bring you here. Miss Sampson will do all she can for you. The doctor said you must be kept very quiet." He smoothed down her hair. "You have had a terrible trial, my dear."
"A trial? I don't remember it. What was it?" She stared vacantly at him. "Oh, how queer my head feels!" And she put one cold hand to her temple.
"Never mind trying to think now, Margaret. Just take it easy. The doctor will come back in a little while and he will give you something that will make you all right again."