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1When I bent over her I could see that she was still asleep. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing--not softly as
2usual with her, but in long, heavy gasps, as though striving to get her lungs full at every breath. As I came close, she
3put up her hand in her sleep and pulled the collar of her nightdress close around her throat. Whilst she did so there
4came a little shudder through her, as though she felt the cold. I flung the warm shawl over her, and drew the edges
5tight round her neck, for I dreaded lest she should get some deadly chill from the night air, unclad as she was. I
6feared to wake her all at once, so, in order to have my hands free that I might help her, I fastened the shawl at her
7throat with a big safety-pin; but I must have been clumsy in my anxiety and pinched or pricked her with it, for
8by-and-by, when her breathing became quieter, she put her hand to her throat again and moaned. When I had her carefully
9wrapped up I put my shoes on her feet and then began very gently to wake her. At first she did not respond; but
10gradually she became more and more uneasy in her sleep, moaning and sighing occasionally. At last, as time was passing
11fast, and, for many other reasons, I wished to get her home at once, I shook her more forcibly, till finally she opened
12her eyes and awoke. She did not seem surprised to see me, as, of course, she did not realise all at once where she was.
13Lucy always wakes prettily, and even at such a time, when her body must have been chilled with cold, and her mind
14somewhat appalled at waking unclad in a churchyard at night, she did not lose her grace. She trembled a little, and
15clung to me; when I told her to come at once with me home she rose without a word, with the obedience of a child. As we
16passed along, the gravel hurt my feet, and Lucy noticed me wince. She stopped and wanted to insist upon my taking my
17shoes; but I would not. However, when we got to the pathway outside the churchyard, where there was a puddle of water,
18remaining from the storm, I daubed my feet with mud, using each foot in turn on the other, so that as we went home, no
19one, in case we should meet any one, should notice my bare feet. Fortune favoured us, and we got home without meeting a
20soul. Once we saw a man, who seemed not quite sober, passing along a street in front of us; but we hid in a door till he
21had disappeared up an opening such as there are here, steep little closes, or "wynds," as they call them in Scotland. My
22heart beat so loud all the time that sometimes I thought I should faint. I was filled with anxiety about Lucy, not only
23for her health, lest she should suffer from the exposure, but for her reputation in case the story should get wind. When
24we got in, and had washed our feet, and had said a prayer of thankfulness together, I tucked her into bed. Before
25falling asleep she asked--even implored--me not to say a word to any one, even her mother, about her sleep-walking
26adventure. I hesitated at first to promise; but on thinking of the state of her mother's health, and how the knowledge
27of such a thing would fret her, and thinking, too, of how such a story might become distorted--nay, infallibly would--in
28case it should leak out, I thought it wiser to do so. I hope I did right. I have locked the door, and the key is tied to
29my wrist, so perhaps I shall not be again disturbed. Lucy is sleeping soundly; the reflex of the dawn is high and far
30over the sea.... Same day, noon.--All goes well. Lucy slept till I woke her and seemed not to have even changed her
31side. The adventure of the night does not seem to have harmed her; on the contrary, it has benefited her, for she looks
32better this morning than she has done for weeks. I was sorry to notice that my clumsiness with the safety-pin hurt her.
33Indeed, it might have been serious, for the skin of her throat was pierced. I must have pinched up a piece of loose skin
34and have transfixed it, for there are two little red points like pin-pricks, and on the band of her nightdress was a
35drop of blood. When I apologised and was concerned about it, she laughed and petted me, and said she did not even feel
36it. Fortunately it cannot leave a scar, as it is so tiny. Same day, night.--We passed a happy day. The air was clear,
37and the sun bright, and there was a cool breeze. We took our lunch to Mulgrave Woods, Mrs. Westenra driving by the road
38and Lucy and I walking by the cliff-path and joining her at the gate. I felt a little sad myself, for I could not but
39feel how absolutely happy it would have been had Jonathan been with me. But there! I must only be patient. In the
40evening we strolled in the Casino Terrace, and heard some good music by Spohr and Mackenzie, and went to bed early. Lucy
41seems more restful than she has been for some time, and fell asleep at once. I shall lock the door and secure the key
42the same as before, though I do not expect any trouble to-night. 12 August.--My expectations were wrong, for twice
43during the night I was wakened by Lucy trying to get out. She seemed, even in her sleep, to be a little impatient at
44finding the door shut, and went back to bed under a sort of protest. I woke with the dawn, and heard the birds chirping
45outside of the window. Lucy woke, too, and, I was glad to see, was even better than on the previous morning. All her old
46gaiety of manner seemed to have come back, and she came and snuggled in beside me and told me all about Arthur. I told
47her how anxious I was about Jonathan, and then she tried to comfort me. Well, she succeeded somewhat, for, though
48sympathy can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable. 13 August.--Another quiet day, and to bed with the
49key on my wrist as before. Again I awoke in the night, and found Lucy sitting up in bed, still asleep, pointing to the
50window. I got up quietly, and pulling aside the blind, looked out. It was brilliant moonlight, and the soft effect of
51the light over the sea and sky--merged together in one great, silent mystery--was beautiful beyond words. Between me and
52the moonlight flitted a great bat, coming and going in great whirling circles. Once or twice it came quite close, but
53was, I suppose, frightened at seeing me, and flitted away across the harbour towards the abbey. When I came back from
54the window Lucy had lain down again, and was sleeping peacefully. She did not stir again all night. 14 August.--On the
55East Cliff, reading and writing all day. Lucy seems to have become as much in love with the spot as I am, and it is hard
56to get her away from it when it is time to come home for lunch or tea or dinner. This afternoon she made a funny remark.
57We were coming home for dinner, and had come to the top of the steps up from the West Pier and stopped to look at the
58view, as we generally do. The setting sun, low down in the sky, was just dropping behind Kettleness; the red light was
59thrown over on the East Cliff and the old abbey, and seemed to bathe everything in a beautiful rosy glow. We were silent
60for a while, and suddenly Lucy murmured as if to herself:--
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