Rector. At Somerville, dear friend, at Somerville. [To the others]. It needs an infinite patience and kindness to deal with these sad cases. At Somerville, the ladies' college, you know.
Welburn. I don't know.
Rector. And yet at that time you seemed interested in her.
Welburn. I tell you I don't remember. I remember nothing! I've lost my memory and I've lost my senses, and I don't know who I am or how I came here or anything. And I don't know who you are and why you're going on talking.
Rector. Quite so, quite so, don't excite yourself, pray.
Welburn. It's you who are exciting me with all this chattering and wanting me to remember this and remember that. You're doing me a great deal of harm, and I tell you what, if I don't know anything that happened in the past I do know what's going to happen in the future, and that is that I shall punch your head in a minute if you ask me any more questions—so now! [Behaves as if he were mad].
[He jumps up].
Rector [retreating]. Oh, pray, dear sir, keep calm. [Trying to smile]. No need for you to punch my head or any one else's.
Welburn. I'm not so sure.
Rector [to the others]. What a sad condition to find him in. But there isn't a doubt that he's Welburn.