I lost power to move; but, losing at the same time wish, it was no privation.

That kind bonne placed a screen between me and the lamp; I saw her rise to do this, but do not remember seeing her resume her place: in the interval between the two acts, I "fell on sleep." * * * * * At waking, lo! all was again changed.

The light of high day surrounded me; not, indeed, a warm, summer light, but the leaden gloom of raw and blustering autumn.

I felt sure now that I was in the pensionnat--sure by the beating rain on the casement; sure by the "wuther" of wind amongst trees, denoting a garden outside; sure by the chill, the whiteness, the solitude, amidst which I lay.

I say _whiteness_--for the dimity curtains, dropped before a French bed, bounded my view.
I lifted them; I looked out.