The count was turning away in despair, when a noise a little distance off arrested his steps; the villagers turned and saw the village phantom, and they saw at once who it was. Again, Amina was walking in her sleep; again she was moving towards the old ruined bridge; again she carried a flickering light in her hand. As Elvino saw her, all his old love returning, he ran forward and would have shouted to her, but that the count sped after him, laid a hand upon his mouth, and softly, yet imperatively, bade him be silent. The lover flung himself upon his knees, stretched out his arms towards his pure wife, and with straining eyes watched her coming. Nearer to the old bridge--which was rotten, and below which was a roaring torrent. Nearer still, then one foot was upon it. All silent with fear they drew back a pace, as though each had stepped upon the tottering wood, or as though he could prevent her second step by the act. Again a step forward, and she was fairly on the bridge, the angry water roaring beneath. Suddenly there was a crackling sound, and as they heard it, they flung themselves down upon their knees, and hid their faces in their hands. When they stood up again they expected to see her and the bridge no longer before them. But the brave old bridge had only cracked; there was a great flaw in it, and there also stood Amina as though in doubt, as though cautious of her next step. The hand which had held the light was still held out, but the lamp was gone, the rupture of the stones had shaken it from her hold. If now she sees her way by the lighted lamp; if now she stands undecided, because she can no longer see where to make her steps, she is lost, for no one can dare step on to the rotten bridge to save her, and she will fall over the low parapet, and so be lost. But no; again she steps on--feeling carefully with her foot; again she hesitates, as her sliding foot comes against an unaccustomed projection, caused by the fracture of the stone-work. Then again she moves on--a step; another; yet another--and she is safe. Then they all fell on their knees, and so gained pardon for having wrongfully accused the poor girl. For had she been guilty, she would not have had the courage to try and cheat the villagers. Yes, she was really asleep, and had no idea of the danger she had run. She came close to the spot upon which knelt her Elvino, whom she had now gained back to her whilst she slept; and then she went through the motion of setting down the lamp, now rolling at the bottom of the torrent. Soon she began talking of the lost ring--the ring he had given her, and had torn from her. And she broke up into atoms the score of roses he had also given her on that happy night, and which she now took from her bosom. Then again she wept for the ring, and felt on her hand for it.