"I will be back in a moment," he said, placing her with her back against the wall. Then he ran to the fountain, wet his handkerchief, and returning with it dripping, bathed her face. It was hot and feverish. The cold handkerchief appeared somewhat to revive her.
"Don't you know where you live?"
"I can't—don't know the number."
"Nor the street?"
"Nothing."
Again he bathed her face, and taking his hat fanned her with it. "How did you come here?"
"They must have left me."
"Then you were with someone."
"Yes—three."
"Where had you been?"