She dared not sleep--even with a light in the room and a nurse at her bedside.
When her eyes were actually closing she would force herself desperately back into the living world.

For when she slept she dreamed through again that dark and dreadful night of Tuesday and the two days which followed it, until at some moment endurance snapped and she woke up screaming.

But youth, a good constitution, and a healthy appetite had their way with her in the end.
She told her share of the story--she told what happened.

There was apparently one terrible scene when she was confronted with Harry Wethermill in the office of Monsieur Fleuriot, the Juge d'lnstruction, and on her knees, with the tears streaming down her face, besought him to confess the truth.

For a long while he held out.