She poured some medicine into a glass, and turned on another electric light. Her patient woke at once. Directly he opened his eyes, he recognized me with a little start.
"You!" he exclaimed. "You!"
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You haven't forgotten me then?" I remarked. "I'm sorry you're queer!
Nothing serious, I hope?"
He ignored my words. He was looking at me all the time, as though inclined to doubt the evidence of his senses.
"Who let you come—up here?" he asked in a whisper.
"I made inquiries about you, and got permission to come up," I answered.
"How are you feeling this evening?"
"I don't understand why they let you come," he said uneasily. "Stoop down!"
The nurse came forward with a wineglass.
"Will you take your medicine, please?" she said.