At least, he wants me to believe so, and I shall never ask.
"He has had some terrible shock, and I fear it might tax his poor brain if he were to try to recall it.

Sister Agatha, who is a good creature and a born nurse, tells me that he wanted her to tell me what they were, but she would only cross herself, and say she would never tell.

That the ravings of the sick were the secrets of God, and that if a nurse through her vocation should hear them, she should respect her trust.
"She is a sweet, good soul, and the next day, when she saw I was troubled, she opened up the subject my poor dear raved about, added, 'I can tell you this much, my dear.

That it was not about anything which he has done wrong himself, and you, as his wife to be, have no cause to be concerned.

He has not forgotten you or what he owes to you.