Soon after Compline was over the nun had gone to Unorna's room, had knocked and had entered.

To her surprise Unorna was not there, but Sister Paul imagined that she had lingered over her prayers and would soon return.

The good nun had sat down to wait for her, and telling her beads had fallen asleep.

The unaccustomed warmth and comfort of the guest's room had been too much for the weariness that constantly oppressed a constitution broken with ascetic practices.
Accustomed by long habit to awake at midnight to attend the service, her eyes opened of themselves, indeed, but a full hour later than usual.
She heard the clock strike one, and for a moment could not believe her senses.

Then she understood that she had been asleep, and was amazed to find that Unorna had not come back.