as I gazed slowly around, still dazed and wondering, I saw a man in black, a doctor, with two nurses standing anxiously beside my bed.
'Hulloa, Mr. Munro,' he exclaimed softly. 'You're better now, aren't you?'
'Yes,' I whispered. 'But but where am I?'
'Never mind where you are. Just go to sleep again for a bit,' the doctor urged. 'You're all right—and you'll very soon be up again, which is the one thing that matters,' I heard him say.
'But, tell me' I articulated with great difficulty.
'I shan't tell you anything, just yet,' said the man in black firmly. 'Just go to sleep again, and don't worry. Here. Take this,' and he placed a little medicine-glass to my parched lips.
The effect of the drug was sleep—a long sleep it must have been—for when I again awoke it was night, and I saw a stout, middle-aged night-nurse seated at my side, reading beneath a green-shaded lamp.
As soon as she noticed me moving she gave me another draught, and then, thoroughly revived, I inquired of her what had actually happened.
I saw her motion to some one behind her, and next moment found Roseye bending over me, pale-faced and anxious.
'Oh! I'm so glad, dear,' she whispered eagerly into my ear. 'Once we thought you would never recover, and—and I've been watching and waiting all the time. They wouldn't let me see you until to-night. Teddy has been here constantly, and he only left at midnight.'
