There was no light.

He could not see her eyes or lips.

Her slight breathing seemed to indicate a fainting fit, but there was no water, nor was it possible to adopt any of the ordinary expedients suited to such a seizure.

He could only wait in a dreadful silence--wait, clasping her to his breast--and dumbly wonder what other loss he could suffer ere the final release came.
At last she sighed deeply.

A strong tremor of returning life stirred her frame.
"Thank God!" he murmured, and bowed his head.