I can tell you, Ysobel.

The change I saw was as if she was beginning to listen to something--to listen.
"It was as if to a sound--far, far away at first.

But cold and white as stone she lay content, and listened.

In the next hour the far-off sound had drawn nearer, and it had become something else--something she saw--something which saw her.

First her young marble face had peace in it; then it had joy.