“Of course you are.”
He closed his eyes again.
“I suppose there is no news from outside?”
“No more; things are just the same.”
“Nor from Bessie?”
“None: we are quite cut off.”
Then came a pause.
“John,” said Jess, “I want to say something to you. When people are delirious, or when delirium is coming on, they sometimes say things that they are not responsible for, and which had better be forgotten.”
“Yes,” he said, “I understand.”
“So,” she went on, in the same measured tone, “we will forget everything you may fancy that you said, or that I did, since the time when you came in wounded and found that I had fainted.”