With what solicitude she awaits his return! Sleep fails to perform its office--she weeps while the nocturnal shades of the night triumph in the stillness.

Bending over some favorite book, whilst the author throws before her mind the most beautiful imagery, she startles at every sound.

The midnight silence is broken by the solemn announcement of the return of another morning.

He is still absent; she listens for that voice which has so often been greeted by the melodies of her own; but, alas! stern silence is all that she receives for her vigilance.
Mark her unwearied watchfulness, as the night passes away.

At last, brutalized by the accursed thing, he staggers along with rage, and, shivering with cold, he makes his appearance.