"You were here then, if I remember?"
"Yes; it was just after my holiday."
"In fact you've been here all the time?"
"Up to these last few weeks."
Delavoye looked round his room as a cross-examining counsel surveys the court to mark a point. I felt it about time to intervene on the other side.
"But you looked perfectly happy," said I, "all the autumn?"
"So I was, God knows!"
"Everything was all right until you went away?"
"Everything."
"Then," said I, "it looks to me like the mere mental effect of influenza, and nothing else."