I was so surprised that I answered almost mechanically: "Ross is my name.

I have been watching by you!" He looked surprised for an instant, and then I could see that his habit of judging for himself came into play.
"Watching by me! How do you mean?
Why watching by me ?" His eye had now lit on his heavily bandaged wrist.

He went on in a different tone; less aggressive, more genial, as of one accepting facts: "Are you a doctor ?" I felt myself almost smiling as I answered; the relief from the long pressure of anxiety regarding his life was beginning to tell: "No, sir!" "Then why are you here?
If you are not a doctor, what are you ?" His tone was again more dictatorial.

Thought is quick; the whole train of reasoning on which my answer must be based flooded through my brain before the words could leave my lips.

Margaret! I must think of Margaret! This was her father, who as yet knew nothing of me; even of my very existence.