When she wakes up, she'll either be herself again, without a single illusion of any sort, or--" The doctor paused, sipped his wine, emptied his glass and set it down approvingly.
"Or ?" Dominey insisted.
"Or that part of her brain will be more or less permanently affected.
However, I am hoping for the best.

Thank heavens you're on the spot!" They finished their dinner almost in silence.

Afterwards, they smoked for a few minutes upon the terrace.

Then they made their way softly upstairs.

The doctor parted with Dominey at the door of the latter's room.
"I shall remain with her for an hour or so," he said.