It was the day of the month when the nuns watched by day and night before the Sacrament. Cecilia's watch came at dawn, at half-past two, and the last watcher knocked at her cell in the dusk, telling her she must get up at once. But Cecilia answered:
"I cannot get up, Sister, I cannot watch before the Sacrament this morning."
"And why, Sister? Are you ill?"
"Yes, I am very ill."
"And what has made you ill?"
"A dream, Sister."
And seeing it was Angela who had come to awaken her, Cecilia rose from her pillow, saying, "A horrible dream, not a counterpart like yours, Angela; oh! I can't think of it! It would be impossible for me to take my watch."
And walking down the passage, not knowing what to make of Cecilia's answers, Angela stopped at Barbara's cell to tell her Cecilia was ill and could not take her watch that morning.
"And you must watch for her."
"Why… what is it?"