The women, as they looked on Antonina and looked on him, began to weep; the child resumed very softly its morning song, now addressing it to the wounded girl and now to the dove.
At this moment Vetranio and the physician appeared on the scene.

The latter advanced to the couch, removed the child from it, and examined Antonina intently.

At length, partly addressing Numerian, partly speaking to himself, he said: 'She has slept long, deeply, without moving, almost without breathing--a sleep like death to all who looked on it.' The old man spoke not in reply, but the women answered eagerly in the affirmative.
'She is saved,' pursued the physician, leisurely quitting the side of the couch and smiling on Vetranio; 'be careful of her for days and days to come.' 'Saved! saved!' echoed the child joyfully, setting the dove free in the room, and running to Numerian to climb on his knees.

The father glanced down when the clear young voice sounded in his ear.

The springs of joy, so long dried up in his heart, welled forth again as he saw the little hands raised towards him entreatingly; his grey head drooped--he wept.
At a sign from the physician the child was led from the room.