The Second Attempt The sight which met my eyes had the horror of a dream within a dream, with the certainty of reality added.

The room was as I had seen it last; except that the shadowy look had gone in the glare of the many lights, and every article in it stood stark and solidly real.
By the empty bed sat Nurse Kennedy, as my eyes had last seen her, sitting bolt upright in the arm-chair beside the bed.

She had placed a pillow behind her, so that her back might be erect; but her neck was fixed as that of one in a cataleptic trance.

She was, to all intents and purposes, turned into stone.

There was no special expression on her face--no fear, no horror; nothing such as might be expected of one in such a condition.