"I don't know. Perhaps she is delirious and imagines she is playing in the moving pictures. Was there a palace scene?"
"Not since she joined the company. But why does she deny her identity?"
"I can not say. Sometimes after an injury like this happens, people say queer things. We had better not disturb her further. I'll call Dr. Wherry."
Alice made one more effort to bring recollection to Estelle.
"Don't you know me, dear?" she asked softly. "I am Alice—your friend Alice. This is Ruth, and you are Estelle Brown, from Boston, you know."
"Boston? I was never in Boston. And I am not Estelle Brown. You must be mistaken."
Her eyes roved around the hospital room, and a look of pain and fright dimmed them. Then, seeming to fear that she had been unkind, she said gently to Alice:
"I am sorry I do not know you, for you are trying to help me, I am sure. But I never heard the name Estelle Brown. I am not she—that is certain. If you would only take me home! My people will be worried. We live at the Palace and——"
She tried to raise herself up in bed. A look of pain came over her face, and she fell back with closed eyes.
"She has fainted!" cried Miss Lyon. "I must get Dr. Wherry at once! Don't disturb her!"