He looked at her with dull eyes. "Oh, yes," said he. "But I--I don't remember what--" "Take a drink of this," interrupted Carrie, quickly, as she put to his lips a flask of brandy which Bob had fetched. "You've got to take a long drive, and you want something to warm you first." "A drive! A long drive!" Dudley repeated the words as if he hardly understood their meaning. But he was not satisfied, and as he sipped the brandy he looked at her curiously. His next words, however, were a criticism on the restorative. "What vile stuff!" "Never mind. It's better than nothing. Try a little more." But instead of obeying, he looked her steadily in the face. "Where did I see you? I remember your face!" said he. "And who was that I heard talking just now?" Suddenly, without any warning, he disengaged one hand from the hot towels in which he was swathed and sat up. A hoarse cry broke from his lips as full recognition of the place in which he found himself forced itself upon him. With a wild light of terror in his eyes, he looked searchingly round him. "Where is he? Where is he?" cried he, in a thick whisper. Carrie's face grew dark. "Here is your friend," she cried cheerily, "here is Mr. Wedmore. He's going with you; he's not going to leave you; be sure of that." "Yes, old chap, I'm going with you," said Max, hurrying forward and trying to shut out the view of the room with his person as he knelt down by his friend. Dudley frowned impatiently. "You, Max!" said he. "What are you doing here?" But he asked the question without interest, evidently absorbed in another subject. "I'm going to take you down to The Beeches," answered Max, promptly. To his infinite satisfaction, this reply had the effect of distracting Dudley's thoughts. Into his pallid face there came a tinge of color, as he looked intently into his friend's eyes, and repeated: "The Beeches! You don't mean that!" "I do; the carriage will be here in a minute or two. And in the meantime we must think upon getting you dressed." This question of clothing promised to be a difficult one, as Dudley's own things were saturated with water. Carrie sprang to her feet. "I'll see about that," said she, briskly, as she disappeared from the room. Max, alarmed at being left alone with Dudley, in whose eyes he could see the dawn of struggling recollection, babbled on about Christmas, his mother, his sisters, anything he could think of till Carrie came back again, with her arms full of men's clothes--a motley assortment. Max looked at them doubtfully. They were all new--suspiciously new. Carrie laughed, with a little blush. "Better not ask any questions about them," said she. "Take your choice, and be quick."