Welburn. Good Lord! He was with me at Oxford. We used to make music together, and he used to pretend I played out of tune. Good gracious, what are we to do?
Mary. You be quiet, and remember you have lost your memory, and I'll play up. I'm a great authority on shocks and accidents.
[Enter the Rector and Mrs Maitland].
Rector [heartily, but speaking with a little precaution]. Well, Miss Mary, at work again! at work again!
Mary. Take care, Rector, I think he's dozing.
Rector. He's lost his memory, Mrs Maitland tells me.
Mary. Entirely.
Rector. These cases are most distressing. Have you no clue at all to where he came from or who he is?
Mary [firmly]. None whatever. The only thing we can do is to let him lie still for the present.
[Welburn groans].