She stole to the room where the money was, opened the door, and looked in.

God be praised! He was not there, and she was sleeping soundly.
She went back to her own room, and tried to prepare herself for bed.
But who could sleep--sleep! who could lie passively down, distracted by such terrors?
They came upon her more and more strongly yet.

Half undressed, and with her hair in wild disorder, she flew to the old man's bedside, clasped him by the wrist, and roused him from his sleep.
'What's this!' he cried, starting up in bed, and fixing his eyes upon her spectral face.
'I have had a dreadful dream,' said the child, with an energy that nothing but such terrors could have inspired.

'A dreadful, horrible dream.

I have had it once before.