"I assure you the momentary impression was very distinct.

My assailant was dressed like Davie, too, in dark blue serge, and wore a beard.

For the moment I forgot that Davie had visited the barber this morning, and I blurted out something when he met me being carried in through the hall." "Yes," exclaimed Hume.

"You said: 'Davie, why did you try to murder me ?' I was sure you were delirious, as I had not left Nellie and Margaret for an instant since you went out." "That is so," cried Helen.
Margaret uttered no word.

She sat, with hands clasped, and pale, set face, watching her cousin as if his story had a mesmeric effect.
"I'm awfully sorry," said Frazer penitently.