I don't know how long I slept, or whether I dreamed or not.

The candle and the fire had both burned out, and it was pitch dark when I woke.

I can't even say why I woke--unless it was the coldness of the room.
"There was a spare candle on the chimney-piece.

I found the matchbox, and got a light.

Then for the first time, I turned round toward the bed; and I saw--" She had seen the dead body of her husband, murdered while she was unconsciously at his side--and she fainted, poor creature, at the bare remembrance of it.
The proceedings were adjourned.