"It is all like a dream to me.

I remember Prudence screaming, and telling me I had the plague, and the unutterable horror that filled me when I heard it; and then the next thing I recollect is, being at the plague-pit, and seeing your face and his bending over me.

All the horror came back with that awakening, and between it and anguish of the plague-sore I think I fainted again." (Ormiston nodded sagaciously), "and when I next recovered I was alone in a strange room, and in bed.

I noticed that, though I think I must have been delirious.

And then, half-mad with agony, I got out to the street, somehow and ran, and ran, and ran, until the people saw and followed me here.