"Yes, I remember all of you, but I cannot remember how you came to me, or how I met you, or where. I know that we went together on a journey, and I saw some things that made me think of things in the past. I don't remember ever having been in this place before."
"Don't you remember the shop, and the water wheel, and the building of the house?" asked the Professor.
He looked around in a bewildered way, before answering: "The shop and the building? Where—when was that?"
"At the time you fell from the building, four days ago?"
"Fell from the building—what building?"
"What do you remember about the trip we made?" continued the Professor.
"I remember that we had a glorious fight, yes, several of them, and I remember some brave boys, the noblest fellows I ever saw—and you are the boys—I can remember you well—I never saw braver men in battle; and I also remember seeing something which you gave me," and he searched his pockets, and looked around to try and remember what it was. "Probably, that was a fancy only—let me see," and he stroked his forehead, as if trying to recall it.
Harry reached down in his pocket and drew forth the match safe and held it before him. "Is this what you mean?"
He grasped it, and eagerly exclaimed: "Yes; that is what I mean."
"Are those the initials of your name, and is your first name John?"