THE next thing I remember is，waking up with a feeling as if I had had a frightful nightmare，and seeing before me a terrible red glare，crossed with thick black bars. I heard voices，too，speaking with a hollow sound，and as if muffled by a rush of wind or water: agitation，uncertainty，and an all-predominating sense of terror confused my faculties. Ere long，I became aware that some one was handling me; lifting me up and sup worse ailment was an unutterable wretchedness of mind: a wretchedness which kept drawing from me silent tears; no sooner had I wiped one salt drop from my cheek than another followed. Yet，I thought，I ought to have been happy，for none of the Reeds were there，they were all gone out in the carriage with their mama. Abbot，too，was sewing in another room，and Bessie，as she moved hither and thither，putting away toys and arranging drawers，addressed to me every now and then a word of unwonted kindness. This state of things should have been to me a paradise of peace，accustomed as I was to a life of ceaseless reprimand and thankless fagging; but，in fact，my racked nerves were now in such a state that no calm could soothe，and no pleasure excite them agreeably.

Bessie had been down into the kitchen，and she brought up with her a t?;B?of Abbot，for instance，would have been)，I scrutinised the face of the gentleman: I knew him; it was Mr. Lloyd，an apothecary，sometimes called in by Mrs. Reed when the servants were ailing: for herself and the children she employed a physician.

"Well，who am I?" he asked.