At Harry he looked with doubtful recognition.

He seemed to remember the face, but to have no further idea about it, and even when Harry said cheerfully: "Don't you remember your friend Harry, Victor ?" he had shaken his head in feeble negative.
"I expect it will all come back to him," Jacques said, "as he gets stronger; and after all it is much better that he should remember nothing at present.

It will be quite time enough for that when he is better able to stand it." "I agree with you there," Harry said, "and I am really glad that he did not remember me, for had he done so the past might have come back at once and, feeble as he is, that would have completely knocked him over." Upon the receipt of Marie's note Harry at once started off at full speed and soon had the satisfaction of handing it to Jeanne.
She tore it open.
"Do you not know what it is, Harry ?" "How could I ?" Harry replied.

"As you see the letter is addressed to you.

Of course I should not think of looking at it." "Why not?
You are as much interested in it as I am.