The anguish of those moments, during which my brain seemed melting, or the abjectness of my sense of helplessness, how can I describe?
In my despair I groaned aloud.

I began to feel that unless some help should come I was about to lose my mind.

And just then it did come.

I heard the rustle of drapery, and looked up.

Edith Leete was standing before me.