"Not well," she murmured, feebly. "I'm all broken up. I—don't—seem to have—any strength. Where am I?"
"In the law courts—in the President's room," replied Chennel. She started, as if to rise.
"The President's!" she gasped. Her brain was still hazy, but she could think of only one President. Noel seemed to divine something of what was in her mind, for he threw Floriot in the background a look that said: "Leave this to me!" Floriot opened the door and stumbled out. At an imperative gesture from Noel, Raymond followed him.
When the door had closed behind them, Noel bent over until his lips all but touched the woman's ear.
"Jacqueline!" he murmured. She looked up at him with dull eyes.
"Who are you?" she asked, indifferently. "You seem to know my name—who are you?"
He looked steadily and tenderly into her eyes.
"Don't you remember me?"
She shook her head.
"But I'm sure you haven't altogether forgotten me!" he insisted, gently. She studied his face for several moments and then recognition slowly dawned in her eyes.