He fought like a madman against the hindering force, and suddenly it released him.

He was still under this impression when he woke, streaming with perspiration, and opened his eyes.

By his couch stood his mother who had laid her hand on his feet to rouse him.
She looked pale and anxious and begged him to come quickly to his father who was much disturbed, and wished to speak with him.

Then she hurried away.
While he hastily arranged his hair and had his shoes clasped he felt vexed that, under the influence of that foolish dream, and still half asleep, he had let his mother go before ascertaining what the circumstances were that had given rise to his father's anxiety.

Had it anything to do with the incidents of the past night?
No .-- If he had been suspected his mother would have told him and warned him.