"How do you feel ?"
She did not look up at him at all, but replied, in the dreamy, drawling tone of one in a brown study--
"I--feel--well. I'm--ever--so--rested."
"Did you just wake up?" he said, after a moment. He did not know what to say.
She now glanced up at him, but with an expression of only partial attention, as if still retaining a hold on the clue of her thoughts.
"I've been awake some time trying to think it out," she said.
"Think out what?" he asked, with a feeble affectation of ignorance. He was entirely at loss what course to take with her.
"Why, what it was that we came here to have me forget," she said, sharply. "You needn't think the doctor made quite a fool of me. It was something like hewing, harring , Howard. It was something that began with 'H,' I'm quite sure. '
