'Mr Pinkhammer,' he said, 'can I speak with you for a minute? There's a room here.'
I followed him into a small room. A man and a woman were there. The woman was still beautiful, but her face was unhappy and tired. I liked everything about her. The man, who was about forty, came to meet me.
'Bellford,' he said, 'I'm happy to see you again. I told you that you were working too hard. Now you can come home with us. You'll soon be alright.'
'My name', I said, 'is Edward Pinkhammer. I've never seen you before in my life.'
The woman cried out, 'Oh, Elwyn! Elwyn! I'm your wife!' She put her arms round me, but I pushed them away.
'Oh, Doctor Volney! What is the matter with him?' the woman cried.
'Go to your room,' the doctor said to her. 'He'll soon be well again.'
