The salutary crisis came of its own accord during the outburst of rage, which threw him into a profuse perspiration.

The brain gradually returned to its normal condition.
"You will get well again, will you not ?" stammered the little maid shyly, laying her hand on the invalid's brow.
"If you really want me to get well," returned Ludwig, "then you must comply with my request.

Go to your room, take off these wet clothes, and go to bed.

And you must promise never again to go on another errand like the one you performed this evening.

I hope you may sleep soundly." "I will do whatever you wish, Ludwig--anything to prevent your getting angry again." The little maid returned to her room, took off her wet clothes, and lay down on the bed; but she could not sleep.