But to Edith, repose was as difficult as the quietness sought by the brook in seeking an eddying pool after long racing down a roughened mountain bed. She turned first on one side, and then on the other, dozing many times almost to the slumberous point, where the transport to the land of dreams is imminent; then awakening with a start, as if the nightmare were treading her down to death, only to see the little imaginary beings that the half-closed eyes see in the illusory light-disks that whirl through impenetrable darkness. She tried to recollect some few of the nights through which she had passed, lying here, as if they were transitory dreams, remembering indistinctly how long and dreary some were, with flitting spirits and hurrying beings filling up the surroundings; she tried to recall the forms of hopes and doubts that seemed always to possess her, and wondered how intangible creative mind is in its wandering; she tried to conjure up the scenes of the tall, handsome figure in black that called every day and knelt by her bedside, but all that she could see was the form kneeling there, and never losing sight of the face, as if it were a part of her existence; she tried to recall the last day that he was there, when he said farewell, but all that she could remember was, "May I come, some day--some day;" she tried to recall whether she had said yes, or no, so uncertain was she now in her remembrance. She did, however, recall very distinctly what the unconfiding Star had told her--a secret given by John--and she was happy. And still there lurked before her the white marble face of a man, whom she had repulsed that evening. She saw it, when she closed her eyes, like a menacing statue in every corner of her brain; she saw it, when she opened her eyes, like a statue in every corner of the room, grimly and remorselessly pursuing her. And she shuddered. Finding sleep impossible under the wild riding of her thoughts, she placed a hand on Star's shoulder, and shook her into drowsy wakefulness. "Star, Star," she whispered. "Are you awake?" "Yes," said Star, yawning. "Star, I cannot sleep; will you talk to me?" she asked. "Yes, deary," responded Star, in a semi-conscious tone. "Well, talk then; I cannot sleep," pleaded Edith, to arouse her companion from her natural stupor. "Yes; I will talk, deary; go on," answered Star, not yet being willing to comply with Edith's request. "Star, are you awake?" asked Edith, shaking the sleeper. "I am awake," answered Star, rising full upright in bed. "Can't you sleep, Edith? Lie down and count the sheep jumping over the fence." "Now, do not be cross, Star," said Edith, sighing; "I am very nervous tonight." "Poor dear; this day has been too much for you," said Star, leaning over and kissing Edith. "Talk awhile, Star; then maybe I can sleep," said Edith. "Shall I tell you about the wolf that comes to poor people's doors?" asked Star, jocularly.