"He is very pale.

His hair is soft, brown, and silky, with a few grey streaks in it.

His eyes are gentle and tender, and his beard is like his hair, soft and like silk.
He is as you last saw him alive, when you kissed him by the fireplace in the room that is yellow, just before he died.

He loves you, as he did then." Such evidence of unnatural knowledge might have convinced a more sceptical mind than Matilde's of the fact that the somnambulist could at least read her thoughts and memories from her mind as from a book.

It was impossible that any one but herself could know how, and in what room, she had kissed him for the last time, a few minutes before his end.