"Don't, dear! Don't! You frighten me." The old woman raised her hand for silence, and continued to gaze before her.

Anne's arm was round her; the girl marked with astonishment, almost with awe, how strongly and stiffly she sat up.

She marvelled still more when her mother murmured in the same tone, "I can see no more," sighed, and sank gently back.

Anne bent over her.

"I can--see no more," Madame Royaume repeated; "I can----" She was asleep! Anne bent over her, and after listening a while to her easy breathing, heaved a deep sigh of relief.