Welburn. Very well, I won't. But I must tell you in case you should ask me—I remember nothing before it happened.
Mary. Of course, that's very customary with an accident.
Welburn [emphatically]. It's more than that—I'm so anxious there should be no mistake about it—I've quite lost my memory. I've forgotten who I am—clean forgotten—it's no use your asking me, it would only excite me.
Mrs Maitland. No, we won't, of course, my dear young man.
Welburn. I like being called young man. It's a compliment when one's turned forty.
Mary [alert]. Oh, you do know that?
Welburn [alarmed]. No, I don't. What did I say?
Mary. You said you were turned forty.
Welburn. No, no, I couldn't have said that if I don't know who I am. I have no idea.
Mrs Maitland. It's too sad, really. The poor fellow! He may have a wife and family, and we can't tell them he is here.