At any time, even now, a sudden shock would be almost sure to kill her.

Ah, we were wise to keep from her the affair of the dreadful night of Lucy's sleep-walking.
17 August .-- No diary for two whole days.

I have not had the heart to write.

Some sort of shadowy pall seems to be coming over our happiness.

No news from Jonathan, and Lucy seems to be growing weaker, whilst her mother's hours are numbering to a close.