From the heavy cloak she wore I thought that she must have just returned from a journey.
She stood above me and looked at me, then turned away with a gesture of indifference, if not of disgust, speaking to the Guardian in a low voice.

By way of answer he bowed, pointing to the other bed where Leo lay, asleep, and thither she passed with slow, imperious movements.

I saw her bend down and lift the corner of a wrapping which covered his wounded head, and heard her utter some smothered words before she turned round to the Guardian as though to question him further.
But he had gone, and being alone, for she thought me senseless, she drew a rough stool to the side of the bed, and seating herself studied Leo, who lay thereon, with an earnestness that was almost terrible, for her soul seemed to be concentrated in her eyes, and to find expression through them.

Long she gazed thus, then rose and began to walk swiftly up and down the chamber, pressing her hands now to her bosom and now to her brow, a certain passionate perplexity stamped upon her face, as though she struggled to remember something and could not.
"Where and when ?" she whispered.

"Oh! where and when ?" Of the end of that scene I know nothing, for although I fought hard against it, oblivion mastered me.