"Water!"
Instantly a figure stood between his eyes and the fading light in the window.
"You are better, Alfred?"
"Yes, Madge. Water."
His sister poured out some, and handed him the glass. He drank with avidity, and felt refreshed.
"I have been very ill, Madge?"
"Yes, Alfred; but you will be all right in a short time, now that you have begun to mend. So Dr. Santley says."
Dr. Santley! Ah, that name set memory afoot. He lay pondering, still unable to see distinctly the matters he wished.
"How long have I been ill, Madge?"
"Several days."