"Bless you, I don't want help! I'm used to it.

I've had the Buzzing in my head, off and on--how many years ?" She stopped, reflected, lost herself, and suddenly tried a question in despair.

"Have you ever been at Darch's Dining-rooms in London ?" she asked, with an appearance of the deepest interest.
"No," replied Magdalen, wondering at the strange inquiry.
"That's where the Buzzing in my head first began," said Mrs.Wragge, following the new clew with the deepest attention and anxiety.

"I was employed to wait on the gentlemen at Darch's Dining-rooms--I was.

The gentlemen all came together; the gentlemen were all hungry together; the gentlemen all gave their orders together--" She stopped, and tapped her head again, despondently, with the tattered old book.
"And you had to keep all their orders in your memory, separate one from the other ?" suggested Magdalen, helping her out.