Looking Backward From 2000 to 1887 HTML version
"He is going to open his eyes. He had better see but one of us at first."
"Promise me, then, that you will not tell him."
The first voice was a man's, the second a woman's, and both spoke in whispers.
"I will see how he seems," replied the man.
"No, no, promise me," persisted the other.
"Let her have her way," whispered a third voice, also a woman.
"Well, well, I promise, then," answered the man. "Quick, go! He is coming out of it."
There was a rustle of garments and I opened my eyes. A fine looking man of perhaps
sixty was bending over me, an expression of much benevolence mingled with great
curiosity upon his features. He was an utter stranger. I raised myself on an elbow and
looked around. The room was empty. I certainly had never been in it before, or one
furnished like it. I looked back at my companion. He smiled.
"How do you feel?" he inquired.
"Where am I?" I demanded.
"You are in my house," was the reply.
"How came I here?"
"We will talk about that when you are stronger. Meanwhile, I beg you will feel no
anxiety. You are among friends and in good hands. How do you feel?"
"A bit queerly," I replied, "but I am well, I suppose. Will you tell me how I came to be
indebted to your hospitality? What has happened to me? How came I here? It was in my
own house that I went to sleep."
"There will be time enough for explanations later," my unknown host replied, with a
reassuring smile. "It will be better to avoid agitating talk until you are a little more
yourself. Will you oblige me by taking a couple of swallows of this mixture? It will do
you good. I am a physician."
I repelled the glass with my hand and sat up on the couch, although with an effort, for my
head was strangely light.