Bickley sprang forward with his sal volatile and applied it to her nostrils, the Ancient not interfering, for he seemed to recognise that he had to deal with a man of skill and one who meant well by them.
In the end we brought her round again and, to omit details, Bickley gave her, not coffee and brandy, but a mixture he compounded of hot water, preserved milk and meat essence.

The effect of it on her was wonderful, since a few minutes after swallowing it she sat up in the coffin.

Then we lifted her from that narrow bed in which she had slept for--ah! how long?
and perceived that beneath her also were crystal boxes of the radiant, heat-giving substance.

We sat her on the floor of the sepulchre, wrapping her also in a blanket.
Now it was that Tommy, after frisking round her as though in welcome of an old friend, calmly established himself beside her and laid his black head upon her knee.

She noted it and smiled for the first time, a marvelously sweet and gentle smile.