I am myself again.

What have you here ?" and Hugh grasped the closely written sheet.
In her delight at having her son restored to his reason so suddenly, so unexpectedly, as the poor, deluded woman believed, Mrs.Worthington forgot for a moment the pain, and clasped her arms about him, sobbing like a child.
"Oh, my boy, I am so glad, so glad!" and her tears dropped fast, as like a weary child, which wanted to be soothed, she laid her head upon his bosom, crying quietly.
And Hugh, stronger now than she, held the poor, tired head there, and kissed the white forehead, where there were more wrinkles now than when he last observed it.

His mother was growing old with care rather than with years, and Hugh shuddered, as, for the first time in his life, he thought how dreadful it would be to have no mother.

Folding his weak arms about her, mother and son wept together in that moment of perfect understanding and union with each other.

Hugh was the first to rally.