She looked at me, took her hands down from her head, her beautiful, classic head, with its wide, heavenly arch of forehead, and sat still thus, looking at me in that fixed way, that wellnigh sent me to call Katie again, for full ten minutes. I moved about the room, arranged the fire on a more quiet basis, and then, finding nothing else to do, stood before it, hoping that Miss Axtell would lie down again. In taking something from my pocket I must have drawn out the trophy of my tower-victory, for Miss Axtell suddenly said,-- "You've dropped something, Miss Percival." Turning, I picked it up hastily, lest she should recognize it. She must have seen it quite well, for it had been lying in the full light of the blazing wood. "Have you a dress like that?" she asked, when I had restored the fragment. "I have not," I replied. "I am sorry I awakened you." "It was a dream that awakened me," she said. "Will you have the kindness to give me that bit of cloth you picked up? I have a fancy for it." I gave it to her. She hastily put away the gift I had given, and said,-- "You like the old tower in the church-yard, Miss Percival, I believe?" "Oh, yes: it is a great attraction for me. Redleaf would be Redleaf no longer, if it were away." "Have you visited it since you've been here this time?" "Once only." "Were there any changes?" she asked. "A few," I said. "There is another entrance to the tower than by the door, Miss Axtell." Slowly the lady dropped back to the pillows whence she had arisen from the disturbing dream. She did not move again for many minutes; then it was a few low-spoken words that summoned me to her side. "I know there is another entrance to the tower," she said; "but I did not think that any one else knew of it. Who told you?" "Excuse me from answering, if you please," I said, unwilling to excite her more, for I knew that the fever was rising rapidly. "Who knows of this besides you? You don't mind telling me that much?" "No one knows it, I think; no person told me, and I have told no one. You seem to have more fever; can you not sleep?" "Not with all this equinoctial storm raging, and the tide you told me of coming up with the wind." She looked decidedly worse. Mr. Axtell let her have her own way. I thought it wise to follow his leading, and I asked,-- "What tide do you mean? You cannot hear the sea, and it isn't time for the equinoctial gale." This question seemed to have quieted Miss Axtell beyond thought of reply. She did not speak again until the Sabbath-day had begun. Then, at the very point where she had ceased, she recommenced.