I went at once, and found little difficulty in waking three of the
women. The fourth was only a young girl, and the drug had evidently
affected her more strongly so I lifted her on the sofa and let her
sleep.
I was engaged after dinner in my study posting up my
books, which, through press of other work and the many visits to Lucy,
had fallen sadly into arrear. Suddenly the door was burst open, and
in rushed my patient, with his face distorted with passion.
"Perhaps I am!" he answered quietly as he began to make the wreath
which Lucy was to wear round her neck.
... much reading in the day between, and much anxiety on the day to
follow, and a night to sit up, without to wink.