Her patient woke at once. Directly he opened his eyes, he
recognized me with a little start.
"You!" he exclaimed. "You!"
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You haven't forgotten me then?" I remarked. "I'm sorry you're queer!
Nothing serious, I hope?"
He ignored my words. He was looking at me all the time, as though
inclined to doubt the evidence of his senses.
"Who let you come--up here?" he asked in a whisper.
"I made inquiries about you, and got permission to come up," I answered.
"How are you feeling this evening?"
"I don't understand why they let you come," he said uneasily. "Stoop
down!"
The nurse came forward with a wineglass.
"Will you take your medicine, please?" she said.
"Presently," he answered, "put it down."
She glanced at the clock and held the glass out once more.
"It is past the time," she said.
"I have had two doses to-day," he answered. "Quite enough, I think. Set
it down and go away, please. I want to talk with this gentleman."
"Talking is not good for you," she said, without moving.
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