Meanwhile, Gunther remained with the patient. She moved now and then, but did not open her eyes. The kid at her feet was also sleeping again.
Gunther had removed the light from the room, and now sat in the dark.
"The day is coming, let me see the daylight!" cried Irma, suddenly starting up.
A gray streak of light fell through the opening in the shutter.
"Let me see the daylight," said Irma again, and the little pitchman outside opened the shutters. A flood of light poured into the chamber. A radiant glow passed over Irma's countenance. She stretched out both hands to Gunther. He clasped them, and she kissed his hands with her feverish lips.
"You have achieved great results," said Gunther. "You have shown a power that I cannot but admire. Hold fast to it."
"I thank you! Through you, my father returns to me. Lay your hand upon my forehead."
"I place my hand upon your forehead, and in your father's spirit I bless you, and with this kiss I kiss away all your burdens. You are free!"
Irma lay there quietly, and Gunther's hand lay on her brow, while, out of doors, the rosy tint of morn ascended higher and higher, and at last the light flooded the room with its golden glow.
Gunther went out and brought a tonic draught for Irma. It revived and refreshed her.