When I drew the curtain over the window, the reflection of the sunrise was just beginning to tinge the high-sailing clouds in front of me.

I laid down and tried to rest, but without avail.

However, I schooled myself to lie still, and at last, if I did not sleep, was at least quiescent.
Disturbed by a gentle tap at the door, I sprang up at once and threw on a dressing gown.

Outside, when I opened the door, was Aunt Janet.

She was holding a lighted candle in her hand, for though it was getting light in the open, the passages were still dark.