to be taken
to any hospital.
"I am all right," I declared. "Or I shall be in a little while. Take me
to my hotel. I will be looked after, there. Hephzy will look after me."
The doctor continued to protest--in French--and I to affirm--in English.
Also I tried to stand. At length my declarations of independence seemed
to have some effect, for they ceased trying to lift me. A dialogue in
French followed. I heard it with growing impatience.
"Hephzy," I said, fretfully. "Hephzy, make them take me to my hotel. I
insist upon it."
"Which hotel is it? Kent--Kent, answer me. What is the name of the
hotel?"
I gave the name; goodness knows how I remembered it. There was more
argument, and, after a time, the rattle and buzz and squeak began again.
The next thing I remember distinctly is being carried to my room and
hearing the voice of Monsieur Louis in excited questioning and command.
After that my recollections are clearer. But it was broad daylight when
I became my normal self and realized thoroughly where I was. I was in
my room at the hotel, the sunlight was streaming in at the window and
Hephzy--I still supposed it was Hephzy--was sitting by that window.
And for the first time it occurred to me that she should not have been
there; by all that was right and proper she should be waiting for me in
Interlaken.
"Hephzy," I said, weakly, "when did you get here?"
The figure at the window rose and came to the bedside. It was not
Hephzy. With a thrill I realized who it was.
"Frances!" I cried. "Frances! Why--what--"
"Hush! You mustn't talk. You mustn't. You must be quiet and keep
perfectly still. The doctor said so."
"But what happened? How did I get here? What--?"
"Hush! There was an accident; you were hurt. We brought you here in a
carriage. Don't you remember?"
What I remembered was provokingly little.
"I seem to remember something," I said. "Something about a hospital.
Someone was going to take me to a hospital and I wouldn't go.
Hephzy--No, it couldn't have been Hephzy. Was it--was it you?"
"Yes. We were taking you to the hospital. We did take you there, but as
they were taking you from the ambulance you--"
"Ambulance! Was I in an ambulance? What happened to me? What sort of an
accident was it?"
"Please don't try to talk. You must not talk."
"I won't if you tell me that. What happened?"
"Don't you remember? I left you and crossed the street. You followed me
and then--and then you stopped
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