I remember feeling drowsy; starting up from the bed, and walking about my room, to keep myself awake; then lying down again from sheer fatigue; and after that--total oblivion! When I woke, and looked at my watch, I found that I had been fast asleep for no less than six hours! Bewildered and ashamed of myself--afraid to think of what might have happened in that long interval--I hurried to Mr.Keller's room, and softly knocked at the door.
A woman's voice answered me, "Come in!" I paused with my hand on the door--the voice was familiar to me.

I had a moment's doubt whether I was mad or dreaming.

The voice softly repeated, "Come in!" I entered the room.
There she was, seated at the bedside, smiling quietly and lifting her finger to her lips! As certainly as I saw the familiar objects in the room, and the prostrate figure on the bed, I saw--Madame Fontaine! "Speak low," she said.

"He sleeps very lightly; he must not be disturbed." I approached the bed and looked at him.

There was a faint tinge of color in his face; there was moisture on his forehead; his hands lay as still on the counterpane, in the blessed repose that possessed him, as the hands of a sleeping child.