You are too weak; I only spoke to you to find out whether you had regained consciousness or not." "But you must let me thank you.

If it had not been--" "No, I won't allow another word," she interposed authoritatively.

"You will do yourself harm, and then I shall be accused of being a bad nurse! Besides, you haven't got to thank me at all; it was the dog who made me see you." "What, Gelert," whispered Fritz again, in spite of her admonition,--"dear old fellow!" He had hardly uttered these words, when the faithful dog, who must have been close beside the bed, raised himself up, putting a paw on one of Fritz's arms which lay outside the coverings and licking his hand, whining rapturously the while, as if rejoiced to hear the voice of his master again.
"`Gelert!'" exclaimed the girl with some surprise.

"Why, I know the dog perfectly, and he recognises me quite well; but he is called `Fritz,' not `Gelert,' as you said." "`Fritz!'" ejaculated he, in his turn.

"Why, that is my name!" "Gracious me," thought the girl to herself, "he is rambling again, and confusing his own name with that of the dog! I must put a stop to his speaking, or else he will get worse.