The momentary fear was baseless.

Her bosom rose and fell with long, full breathing, the faint flush of healthy sleep tinged her cheek, and the lips were relaxed in a smile.

It was impossible not to feel, seeing her slumbering so peacefully, that the marvellous change had been indeed wrought, and the cruel demons of memory that had so often lurked behind the low, white forehead were at last no more.
When he returned to the office, Dr.Heidenhoff had seated himself, and was contemplatively smoking.
"She was sleeping, I presume," he said.
"Soundly," replied Henry.
"That is well.

I have the best of hopes.

She is young.