Chapter Nineteen.
My Unknown Wife’s Story.
“My dear Wilford!” exclaimed the thin-faced, angular woman. “I really think you must have taken leave of your senses.”
“My dear madam,” I cried excitedly, “I haven’t the slightest notion of your name. To the best of my knowledge, I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting you before this moment. Yet you have the boldness to assert that you are my wife! The thing is absolutely preposterous!” I laughed cynically.
“You must be mad to talk like this!” the woman answered with some asperity.
“I tell you that I’m not mad, madam,” I protested, “and further, I declare that I have never married.”
“What rubbish you talk!” she said. “This accident to your head has evidently affected your intellect. You must rest, as Doctor Britten has ordered.”
“The doddering old idiot thinks, like yourself, that I’m not quite responsible for my actions,” I laughed. “Well, we shall see.”