He looked at her with dull eyes.
"Oh, yes," said he. "But I—I don't remember what—"
"Take a drink of this," interrupted Carrie, quickly, as she put to his lips a flask of brandy which Bob had fetched. "You've got to take a long drive, and you want something to warm you first."
"A drive! A long drive!"
Dudley repeated the words as if he hardly understood their meaning. But he was not satisfied, and as he sipped the brandy he looked at her curiously. His next words, however, were a criticism on the restorative.
"What vile stuff!"
"Never mind. It's better than nothing. Try a little more."
But instead of obeying, he looked her steadily in the face.
"Where did I see you? I remember your face!" said he. "And who was that I heard talking just now?"
Suddenly, without any warning, he disengaged one hand from the hot towels in which he was swathed and sat up. A hoarse cry broke from his lips as full recognition of the place in which he found himself forced itself upon him. With a wild light of terror in his eyes, he looked searchingly round him.