HOW LOVE COULD SEE IN THE DARK Carette says I slept through three days and nights, but that is only one of her little humours.

When I woke, however, I was in infinitely better case than before, and as she herself was fast asleep she may have been so all the time.
It was quite dark.

The candle had either burned out or she had extinguished it.

But in the extraordinary silence of that still place I could hear her soft breathing not far away, and I lay a long time listening to it.

It was so calm and regular and trustful, as though no harmful and threatening things were in the world, that it woke a new spirit of confident hope in me, and I lay and listened, and thought sweet warm thoughts of her.
It seemed a long time, and yet not one whit too long, before the soft breathing lost its evenness, and at last I could not hear it at all, and knew she was waking.