Dear, dear. e cannot . I s. You s slumber.

    o Nurse Bacon. She nodded back.

    Dr Cie, I said, more loudly.

    Pulse quickening, now, he murmured.

    I pulled my en to me? You  me ake.

    Is t so? o my mouteetrid,  tell us, if tart troubling you.

    tm not staying here, I said.

    Not staying, Mrs Rivers?

    Mrs Rivers? For Gods sake, ood and saw o me, and heard me speak. I—

    So I did, old me resss  be kept quiet and free from imes it is easier—is it not?—to ask for assistance in beand you, Mrs Rivers, very well.

    I am not Maud Rivers!

    smiled.

    You are not ready to admit t you are Maud Rivers.  is quite a different to admit to it, our hen—

    You s keep me ! You keep me, whose swindling villains—

    he folded his arms. hich swindling villains, Mrs Rivers?

    I am not Maud Rivers! My name is Susan—

    Yes?

    But  time, I faltered.

    Susan Smith, I said finally.

    Susan Smit, Dr Graves? Of reet, Mayfair?

    I did not answer.

    Come, come,  on. t is all your fancy, is it not?

    It lemans fancy, I said, t devil—!

    leman, Mrs Rivers?

    Richard Rivers, I answered.

    Your husband.

    her husband.

    Ah.

    ell you! I sa t did it. You may bring Mrs Cream!

    Mrs Cream, t lengtold us, very sadly, of temper t stole upon you, in her house.

    She was speaking of Maud.

    Of course.

    S me. You bring  s iles, t Briar. Bring old Mr Lilly