After a while he opened his eyes and looked with a bewildered expression into her face.
"Who are you?" he asked abruptly, and he made another effort to sit up.
"You had better lie still," she said gently. "You have got hurt, and Dr. Barrow will be here directly."
"I haven't got hurt," he said, in decided tones, "and I don't want to lie still. But who are you?"
"Don't you remember me?" she questioned.
"No, I don't," he said, in the same decisive way. "You are not Ruth, and I don't know who you are, nor why you keep me here."
"I am not keeping you," she answered quietly. "You are unable to walk, but I have sent for the doctor, and he will bring help."
For a while he did not speak, but his eyes searched her face with a puzzled and baffled look.
"You are very pretty," he said at length. "But you are not Ruth."
"No; I am Dorothy Hamblyn," she answered.