‘Well, you have been very game!’ said the doctor smiling as he left her.
Afterwards the Nurse began to undress her. Emmeline had a dreamy impression that the proceeding was a strange one, and that there was something very important she ought to have been doing, but she could not remember what it was, and she felt so tired and so much disinclined to argue that she just submitted without a word.
‘Now, dear, can you tell me your name and where you live?’ asked the Nurse, as she put Emmeline into the narrow spring-bed on which she had lain to have her arm set.
‘My name’s Emmeline Bolton,’ was the prompt answer, ‘and I live——’ She hesitated, frowned with perplexity, and then broke into a weak little laugh. ‘Why, how funny! I can’t remember the name of the place.’
‘Don’t you live in Eastwich, then?’ asked the Nurse.
‘No, I don’t think we live there now,’ said Emmeline in a puzzled way. ‘Mary does, though,’ she added as an afterthought.
‘Do you remember Mary’s address and what her surname is?’
Emmeline frowned again.
‘It’s very odd,’ she said after a moment. ‘I don’t seem able to remember anything to-day.’