We came into the centre hut to dinner and found him lying speechless on the couch.

At first I thought that he was dying, but this was not so.

On the contrary, within four days he recovered his speech and some power of movement.

But he never recovered his memory, though he still knew Stella, and sometimes myself.

Curiously enough he remembered little Tota best of all three, though occasionally he thought that she was his own daughter in her childhood, and would ask her where her mother was.