You remember how agitated I was on leaving you, and, moreover, I had been scolded by my aunt.

And, too, I had been thinking of terrible sights--my poor mother lying on her death-bed.

In fact, my spirits were quite broken down." "Poor dear little heart!" "Nevertheless, as I did not want to think about anything any more, I went to bed quickly, and shut my eyes with all my might, so tightly, indeed, that I put myself to sleep.

It was not long before I saw the colonel.

He was lying as I saw him in his triple coffin, but he had long white hair and a most benign and venerable appearance.