He bent over his patient, who presently opened his eyes and stared
at him.
"Get some brandy and milk," said Lefevre to his companion.
"Who? Where am I?" murmured the patient in a faint voice.
"I am Dr Lefevre, and this is St. James's Hospital."
"Doctor?--hospital?--oh, I'm dreaming!" murmured the patient.
"We'll talk about that when you have taken some of this," said Lefevre,
as the house-physician reappeared with the nurse, bearing the brandy and
milk.
Lefevre presently told him how he had been found in the train, and taken
for dead till the card--"this card," said he, taking it from the top of
the locker--was discovered on him. The young man listened in open
amazement, and looked at the card.
"I know nothing of this!" said he. "I never saw the card before! I never
heard your name or the hospital's till a minute ago."
"Your case was strange before," said Lefevre; "this makes it stranger.
Who journeyed with you?"
"A man,--a nice, strange, oldish fellow in a fur coat." And the young
man wished to enter upon a narrative, when the doctor interrupted him.
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