I had not undressed.

I sprang up, frightened, but he had gone, and then I ran downstairs--to you.' 'You were dreaming,' he soothed her.
'Was I ?' 'You must have been.

I have not heard a sound.

No one could have entered.
But if you like I will wake Mr Racksole.' 'Perhaps I was dreaming,' she admitted.

'How foolish!' 'You were over-tired,' he said, still unconsciously holding her hand.
They gazed at each other.