"Ax me no questions and I'll tell 'ee no lies," was the reply.
But she had let me know more than she imagined. She had told me that she was born in the parish where my prison was situated, and I knew by her brogue that the parish was situated a good many miles north of St. Eve.
I asked her many more questions, but she would answer none that gave me any further information concerning my whereabouts. As to why I was there she seemed as ignorant as myself.
After this I lay many days on my bed—how many I do not know. The mornings dawned and the daylight departed by; I did not pay much heed. From the remarks of the little man, who constantly visited me, I judged that some complication had arisen in my case, and so my recovery was delayed. At length, however, I felt myself grow stronger again, and then daily health came to my blood and vitality to my being.
By and by I was able to rise from my bed, and a suit of clothes of antiquated cut was given me to wear.
"What month is this?" I asked one day of the old man when he came to see me.
"It would do you no good to know," he replied.
"Yes it would," I replied; "I should have got better before this if I had not been harassed by so many doubts and questionings."
"Well, then, it is October."
"October! What part of the month?"