It was not long before a recollection of the past came back to
Madelon, sufficiently clear, until the moment of her jumping
out of the train at Le Trooz; after that she could remember
nothing distinctly, only a general sense of misery, and pain,
and terror. She asked Jeanne-Marie numberless questions, as to
how and where she had found her, and what she had said.
"How did you know that I had run away from the convent?" she
asked.
"You said so," answered Jeanne-Marie. "You were afraid that
your aunt would come and take you back."
"Aunt Therese is dead," said Madelon. "I remember it all very
well now. Did I tell you that? And did I tell you about papa,
too? How strange that I should not remember having said so
many things," she added, as the woman replied in the
affirmative.
"Not at all strange," replied Jeanne-Marie. "People often talk
like that when ill, and recollect nothing of it afterwards."
"Still, it is very odd," said Madelon, musing; and then she
added, suddenly, "Did I talk of any one else?"
"Of plenty of people," replied Jeanne-Marie.
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