The light glancing through the window awakened in my bosom a gleam of cheerfulness.

Contrary to my expectations, my feelings were not more distempered, notwithstanding my want of sleep, than on the last evening.
This was a token that my state was far from being so desperate as I suspected.

It was possible, I thought, that this was the worst indisposition to which I was liable.
Meanwhile, the coming of Estwick was impatiently expected.

The sun arose, and the morning advanced, but he came not.

I remembered that he talked of having reason to repent his visit to this house.