CHAPTER VII

THE RETURN TO REASON "Where am I, Margharita?" She leant over him, and drew a long deep breath of relief. It was the reward of many days and nights of constant watching and careful nursing. His reason was saved. "In your own room at the hotel," she whispered. "Don't you remember? You were taken ill." He looked at her, helpless and puzzled. Slowly the mists began to roll away. "Yes, you were with me," he murmured softly. "I remember now. I was telling you the story of the past--my past. You are Margharita's c…