The wanderer looked up wildly, scrutinising the kind thoughtful face which was bending over her.
‘Where am I?’ she cried again. ‘What place is this?’
‘You are among friends,’ was the quiet reply.
‘In the hospital? Have I been ill?’
‘You were faint and weak when they brought you in, and afterwards you fell into a sleep.’
‘Yes, I remember—but this place, and you? I do not know you.’
‘I am Sister Ursula. Perhaps you have heard my name?’
‘No.’
‘Nor the name of this place—Mount Eden? 5
‘No! no!5 cried the wanderer, in surprise.