After that my recollections are clearer. But it was broad daylight when I became my normal self and realized thoroughly where I was. I was in my room at the hotel, the sunlight was streaming in at the window and Hephzy--I still supposed it was Hephzy--was sitting by that window. And for the first time it occurred to me that she should not have been there; by all that was right and proper she should be waiting for me in Interlaken. “Hephzy,” I said, weakly, “when did you get here?” The figure at the window rose and came to the bedside. It was not Hephzy. With a thrill I realized who it was. “Frances!” I cried. “Frances! Why--what--” “Hush! You mustn't talk. You mustn't. You must be quiet and keep perfectly still. The doctor said so.” “But what happened? How did I get here? What--?” “Hush! There was an accident; you were hurt. We brought you here in a carriage. Don't you remember?” What I remembered was provokingly little. “I seem to remember something,” I said. “Something about a hospital. Someone was going to take me to a hospital and I wouldn't go. Hephzy--No, it couldn't have been Hephzy. Was it--was it you?” “Yes. We were taking you to the hospital. We did take you there, but as they were taking you from the ambulance you--” “Ambulance! Was I in an ambulance? What happened to me? What sort of an accident was it?” “Please don't try to talk. You must not talk.” “I won't if you tell me that. What happened?” “Don't you remember? I left you and crossed the street. You followed me and then--and then you stopped. And then--Oh, don't ask me! Don't!” “I know. Now I do remember. It was that big motor car. I saw it coming. But who brought me here? You--I remember you; I thought you were Hephzy. And there was someone else.” “Yes, the doctor--the doctor they called--and Doctor Bayliss.” “Doctor Bayliss! Herbert Bayliss, do you mean? Yes, I saw him at the 'Abbey'--and afterward. Did he come here with me?” “Yes. He was very kind. I don't know what I should have done if it had not been for him. Now you MUST not speak another word.” I did not, for a few moments. I lay there, feebly trying to think, and looking at her. I was grateful to young Bayliss, of course, but I wished--even then I wished someone else and not he had helped me. I did not like to be under obligations to him. I liked him, too; he was a good fellow and I had always liked him, but I did not like THAT. She rose from the chair by the bed and walked across the room. “Don't go,” I said. She came back almost immediately. “It is time for your medicine,” she said. I took the medicine. She turned away once more. “Don't go,” I repeated. “I am not going. Not for the present.”