Matilde looked at Giuditta's face, and saw the same staring, china eyes, and the same listless expression in the unhealthy features.

She had felt a sensation of relief when the voice had been unable to answer the last question she had asked; for she still thought that there might be a doubt as to Giuditta's total forgetfulness on waking.

But that doubt was greatly diminished by the woman's indifferent and weary look.
"I hope that he will not torment me so much after this," said Giuditta.
"I have lost my sleep for several nights." Matilde, believing that the somnambulist was one person when awake and quite another when asleep, did not care to enter into conversation with her in her present state.

The vivid, terrible future of the day returned to her mind, too.

She had been momentarily unstrung and was in haste to be gone and to be alone.