“And you will always tell me the truth?”
“I promise you.”
“That’s all. Good-night.”
I could have kissed him if it were only possible to kiss a match. He disappeared. At that moment some one shook me. It was one of the officers who looked into my eyes.
“Are you awake?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I replied, sitting up.
“Are you feeling sick? I am the army surgeon; my name is Tasa. Let me feel your pulse.”
“But I am perfectly well.”
“No, you are talking to yourself, and must have something the matter with your head.”
“I assure you I am perfectly well.”