"I did not know you were awake," she said, composedly. "Shall I go and call Grace?"
"On no account. I don't want Grace. How long have I been sick?"
"Oh, many weeks; but you are getting better rapidly now."
"I can't recall it," he said, contracting his brows. "I know there was a fire, and I was in the house; but it is all confused. How was it?"
"The Hall was burned down, you know—poor old house!—and you rushed in to save Eeny, and—"
"Oh, I remember, I remember. A beam or something fell, and after that all is oblivion. I have had a fever, I suppose?"
"Yes, you have been a dreadful nuisance—talking all day and all night about all manner of subjects, and frightening us out of our lives."
The young man smiled.
"What did I talk about? Anything very foolish?"
"I dare say it was foolish enough, if one could have understood it, but it was nearly all Greek to me. Sometimes you were in Germany, talking about all manner of outlandish things; sometimes you were in New York, playing Good Samaritan to Agnes Darling."