Yet I strove to persuade myself that the Ghost would appear no more, and at all events I desired that a Servant might sit up in my chamber.
The fatigue of my body from not having slept on the former night, co-operating with the strong opiates administered to me in profusion, at length procured me that repose of which I was so much in need.

I sank into a profound and tranquil slumber, and had already slept for some hours, when the neighbouring Clock rouzed me by striking 'One'.
Its sound brought with it to my memory all the horrors of the night before.

The same cold shivering seized me.

I started up in my bed, and perceived the Servant fast asleep in an armed-Chair near me.

I called him by his name: He made no answer.