"Yes, you dear child! I'll do anything you say."
"Oh, I am so weary and tired, Constance," I answered, striving to return her caress.
"Yes, but you will be stronger soon if you lie still"; and the sweet angel laid her fingers on my lips, keeping her face close to mine as I had asked. Kissing her hand, I had no wish to disobey if only I might look into her eyes and feel her breath upon my face; and lest it should be only a dream, I lay still, and looking into her eyes, sank into a gentle sleep.
Awakening, I found her bending over me with anxious eyes and troubled face.
"Constance! you are still there?"
"Yes, always."
"Tell me I'm awake."
"Yes, and better, you dear boy!"
"I'm at the Dragon, and you are surely Constance?" I asked, ready to cry out.
"Yes, you know I'm Constance"; and she bent over and kissed me as if the better to reassure me.