On the night of my arrival, when I first entered his room, he was lying in a kind of half delirium.

He did not notice me till I spoke, and then he mistook me for another.
'Is it you, Alice, come again ?' he murmured.

'What did you leave me for ?' 'It is I, Arthur--it is Helen, your wife,' I replied.
'My wife!' said he, with a start.

'For heaven's sake, don't mention her--I have none.

Devil take her,' he cried, a moment after, 'and you, too! What did you do it for ?' I said no more; but observing that he kept gazing towards the foot of the bed, I went and sat there, placing the light so as to shine full upon me, for I thought he might be dying, and I wanted him to know me.