The suspense became unbearable when she realised that she did not know in what condition the Wanderer would wake, nor whether, if left to nature, he would wake at all.

She could not endure it any longer.

She touched his sleeve, lightly at first, and then more heavily.

She moved his arm.
It was passive in her hand and lay where she placed it.

Yet she would not believe that she had made him sleep.