You are thinking of the robin and the pea.

I have not gone from you; nor am I going.

See! I am here." She turned the old face about, and brought herself into Mary Antony's field of vision.
Slowly a light of recognition dawned in those fixed eyes; then came a cry, as of fear and of a great dismay; then a gasping sound, a clutching of the air.

Mary Antony had fallen prone, before the shrine of the Madonna.
An hour later she lay upon her bed, whither they had carried her.

She had recovered consciousness, and partaken of wine and bread.
The colour had returned to her cheeks, when the Prioress came in, dismissed the lay-sister in attendance, closed the door, and sat down beside the couch.
"Thou art better, dear Antony," said the Prioress.