It had been going on so long now, as steady as the flowing of a river.
"I've been asking you a lot of questions, Mademoiselle Julie, but I want to ask you one more." "What is it, Mr.Scott ?" "What happened to me ?" "They say that you were knocked down by a horse, and that when you were falling his knee struck your head.

There was a concussion but the surgeon says that when you come out of it you will recover very fast." "Is the man who says it a good surgeon, one upon whom a fellow can rely, one of the very best surgeons that ever worked on a hurt head ?" "Yes, Mr.Scott.But why do you ask such a question?
Is it your odd American way ?" "Not at all.

Mademoiselle Julie.

I merely wanted to satisfy myself.

He knows that I'm not likely to be insane or weak-minded or anything of the kind, because I got in the way of that horse's knee ?" "Oh, no, Mr.Scott, there is not the least danger in the world.