When his eyes opened, and he felt his neck bare, he hurriedly put up his hand and drew the collar close, and at the same time sent a startled and inquiring look at me.

After a few moments I helped him to his feet, and, thanking me more with a look than with words, he turned towards the door again.
"Wait," I said, "until I give you some medicine, and then you shall take my arm to your cabin." With a motion of the hand, signifying the uselessness of remedies, he sat down again.

As I handed him the phial, I continued: "I know that it is none of my business, but you are suffering.

To help your body, your mind should be helped also.

Can't you tell me your trouble?
Perhaps I should be able to serve you.