'"It was," he said, "the one thing you showed during your
illness--during your unconscious condition."
'"And yet I remember nothing of that time," I said. "This gives me an
opportunity of asking you something--an opportunity which I had
determined to make for myself before another day went by."
'"And what is that?" he said, in a tone that betrayed some
uneasiness.
'"You have told me how I came here. I now want you to tell me, too,
what was my condition when I came and what was my course of life
during all this long period. How did the time pass? What did I do? I
remember nothing."
'"I am glad you are asking me these questions," he said, "for I
believe that the more fully and more exactly I answer them, the
better for you and the better for me. Victor Hugo, in one of his
romances, speaks of the pensive somnambulism of the animals.
'Somnambulism,' sometimes pensive and sometimes playful, is the
very phrase I should use in characterising your condition when you
first came here and down to your recovery from that strange illness.
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