He is taken to the hospital.

A few days pass, and he awakes from the stupidity of drink, and as he opens his eyes, what a change! He looks around, kind and gentle voices welcome him, his bed is clean and soft, the room beautiful, tasteful and pleasant in its arrangements, the superintendent, the physician, the steward and the inmates meet him with a smile and treat him as a brother.

He is silent, lost in meditation.
Thoughts of other days, of other years, pass through his mind in quick succession as the tears steal gently down his cheeks.

He talks thus to himself: 'I am mistaken.

_Somebody does care_ for the drunkard.