And she obeyed his command, but this time only in shy submission.

When she found that he became quieter, and the movement of her hand once more did him good, she recovered her presence of mind.

She remembered how often the quiet application of her hand had helped her mother to sleep.
She therefore explained to Caracalla, in a low whisper directly he began to speak again, that her desire to give him relief would be vain if he did not keep his eyes and lips closed.

And Caracalla yielded, while her hand moved as lightly over the brow of the terrible man as when years ago it had soothed her mother to sleep.
When the sufferer, after a little time, murmured, with closed eyes "Perhaps I could sleep," she felt as if great happiness had befallen her.
She listened attentively to every breath, and looked as if spell-bound into his face, until she was quite sure that sleep had completely overcome Caesar.
She then crept gently on tiptoe to Philostratus, who had looked on in silent surprise at all that had passed between his sovereign and the girl.

He, who was always inclined to believe in any miraculous cure, of which so many had been wrought by his hero Apollonius, thought he had actually witnessed one, and gazed with an admiration bordering on awe at the young creature who appeared to him to be a gracious instrument of the gods.
"Let me go now," Melissa whispered to her friend.