The orders were obeyed. Dorothy was raised gently by the serving-men, but she still kept pointing to Alizon, and repeatedly exclaimed—
"She has bewitched me!"
The serving-men shook their heads, and looked significantly at each other, while Mistress Nutter lingered to speak to her daughter.
"You look greatly disturbed, Alizon, as if you had been visited by a nightmare in your sleep, and were still under its influence."
Alizon made no reply.
"A few hours' tranquil sleep will restore you," pursued Mistress Nutter, "and you will forget your fears. You must not indulge in these nocturnal rambles again, or they may be attended with dangerous consequences. I may not have a second warning dream. Come to the house."
And, as Alizon followed her along the garden path, she could not help asking herself, though with little hope in the question, if all she had witnessed was indeed nothing more than a troubled dream.