Again I found myself thinking of the Egyptian smell; and I remember that I felt a delicious satisfaction that I did not experience it as I had done.

The respirator was doing its work.
It must have been that the passing of this disturbing thought made for repose of mind, which is the corollary of bodily rest, for, though I really cannot remember being asleep or waking from it, I saw a vision--I dreamed a dream, I scarcely know which.
I was still in the room, seated in the chair.

I had on my respirator and knew that I breathed freely.

The Nurse sat in her chair with her back toward me.

She sat quite still.