You have been ill, but you will soon get well again.

Someone hit you on the head, and we picked you up and brought you here." "I am weak and faint," Charlie murmured.

"Have you any food ?" "You shall have some food, directly it is prepared.

Take a drink of wine, and see if you can eat a bit of bread while the broth is preparing." Charlie drank a little of the wine that was put to his lips, and then broke up the bread, and ate it crumb by crumb, as if it were a great effort to do so, although he had difficulty in restraining himself from eating it voraciously.

When he had finished it, he closed his eyes again, as if sleep had overpowered him.