He felt the touch of lips upon his forehead, and in the same moment fell asleep.
It was night when he again woke.

A little lamp revealed bare walls of stone, a low, timbered ceiling, a floor of red tiles.

Basil's eyes, as soon as they were open, looked for the venerable figure which he remembered.

Finding no one, he thought the memory was but of a dream.
Feeling wonderfully at ease in body and calm in mind, he lay musing on that vision of the noble countenance, doubting after all whether a dream could have left so distinct an impression, when all at once there fell upon his ear a far sound of chanting, a harmony so sweetly solemn that it melted his heart and filled his eyes with tears.

Not long after, when all was silent again, he heard the sound of soft footsteps without, and in the same moment the door of his cell opened.