"You have been travelling, then?" said the doctor, to try her memory.
"Yes; travelling."
"And saw many interesting sights, no doubt?"
"I—yes; there were caves—the Mammoth Cave, you see; and ships in the harbor; and—and—" A look of doubt and pain passed over her, and she became silent.
"And many, many more attractive or instructive objects met your sight, no doubt?"
"Yes; we were in England just before the Conquest, and I saw Harold the Saxon and Edith the Fair. But 'Fair' was 'foul' then—so foul that the Spirit of Fire consumed her. Oh!—"
She paused, and an expression of horrible anguish convulsed her beautiful face.
"But you are at home now, my child," said the doctor soothingly, laying his hand upon her head.
"Oh, yes," she answered, with a sigh of deep relief as her countenance cleared up; "at home now, thank Heaven! And oh, it is so good to be at home, and to see my friends once more. And then again, you know—"
Whatever she was going to say was lost in the chaos of her mind. She sighed wearily enough now, and relapsed into profound reverie.