“By and by I must get her to tell me,” thought Leslie; “but there is no use in worrying her now.”
Tired out, Leslie herself dropped asleep. She was awakened in the middle of the night. What was the matter? She heard the sound of someone running swiftly. There was a sort of wind in the room. She sat up in bed.
“Annie, is that you?” she called out.
There was no reply, but the sound of hurrying steps came quicker and quicker—now and then they were interrupted by a groan.
Leslie lit her candle and peered into the darkness. She now saw that Annie was running backwards and forwards in her part of the room.
“Annie!” she said again.
There was no reply, the steps went a little faster, and the groans came oftener, then the following words fell upon Leslie’s ears:
“Oh, this will kill me; my heart will break. This will kill me!”
“What is the matter, Annie, dear?” said Leslie again. She hastily put on her dressing-gown, and with candle in hand advanced to where the other girl was pacing. Annie’s eyes were open; one glance showed Leslie that she was walking in her sleep.