Suddenly-some tension of the whole being seemed to give way. Her head sank back on the chair, she felt herself weak and trembling, yet happy as a soul new-born into a world of light. Waking dreams passed through her brain in a feverish succession, reversing the dream of the night-images of peace and goodness and reunion. With the first light she got up feebly, found ink and paper, and began to write. I was in despair.