"It is my father.

He--yes, he is asleep! Oh, see, he is asleep! He will fall--hurt himself--" She, in her turn, was about to spring forward, but Stafford caught her arm.
"No, no, you must not!" he said, in a hurried whisper.

"I think it would be dangerous.

I think he is all right if you let him alone.

He is walking in his sleep.