"He has everything here." "But for yourself ?" He kept his eyes on her.
"I thank you, sir, I want nothing." Her look met his almost coldly as she spoke.
"But when he is well again, how shall you live ?" "I shall work for him, if it turns out that he has no friends.

We shall soon know, for his memory will come back after the operation.

The doctors say so.

They know." "And if he has friends after all?
If he is really the man I think he is, what then?
What will become of you ?" "I do not know.

I am his.