I was aroused from my sleep that night by some one knocking gently on the door of my bedroom; but it was some seconds before my thoughts became sufficiently awake to allow me to remember where I was.

There was some moonlight, but I lighted a candle, and looking at my watch saw that it was two o'clock.

I concluded that either Constance or her baby was unwell, and that the nurse needed my assistance.

So I left my bed, and moving to the door, asked softly who was there.

It was, to my surprise, the voice of Constance that replied, "O Sophy, let me in." In a second I had opened the door, and found my poor sister wearing only her night-dress, and standing in the moonlight before me.
She looked frightened and unusually pale in her white dress and with the cold gleam of the moon upon her.