"No, no," he pleaded hoarsely. "I must not awaken. I shall not awaken. I want to go on dreaming--dreaming forever." His voice trailed into a husky murmur. Then ceased. His head fell back heavily upon the pillow. Terror tugged at Anne's heartstrings. She called into the other room for Miss Wilson. "Oh come, quickly, I'm afraid he has fainted." Her sobbing cry brought the nurse in immediately. She bent over the bed, then turned a reassuring smile upon Anne. "He is asleep," she whispered, finger upon lips. "The best sleep he has had, poor young man, since I've been here. See, his forehead is moist. He will get well now. Aren't you glad you stayed?" She looked at Anne meaningly. Anne smiled back at her with quivering lips. "But had we not better call up the doctor, just to be on the safe side?" she whispered, hesitant in spite of the woman's evident confidence. The nurse looked at her with condescension. She pursed her lips. "Not at all, ma'am. Don't worry. All Mr. Petrovskey needs now is sleep. No doctor could do as much for him. And it looks as if he'd sleep for hours now. Poor boy, he surely needs it." Then noting Anne's pallor and look of fatigue, "You look as if you needed it, too. Come right back to bed now and I'll tuck you up. Shall I make you a cup of tea?" Anne shook her head, smiling faintly. "Oh no, thank you, Miss Wilson. You have enough to do without taking care of me. But don't you think I ought to stay up in case he should awaken again?" She shivered slightly as she spoke. And the nurse led her out of the room and closed the door gently. "You're catching cold in this icebox," she said peremptorily. "We have to keep the sick room quite cold, you know. But I'm dressed suitably and you're not." She touched the silken négligée with a mixture of scorn and longing. "Better get yourself a flannel wrapper like mine." She smiled grimly. "Not beautiful, but useful, you know." With an undefined feeling of shame, Anne trotted obediently back to bed, accepting thankfully a cup of tea and the hot water bag insisted upon by Miss Wilson. "You can't afford to take any risk, and pneumonia is contagious, you know." She tucked the blankets about Anne almost caressingly. "You make me feel so useless and foolish going back to bed, when you're preparing to stay up all night!" protested Anne. Miss Wilson's smile seemed oddly motherly upon her spinster-like face. "That's my business. We all have our duties, you know. And I guess you have more than done yours to-night." One more pat to the bedclothes, and she was gone. As the door closed behind her, Anne's eyelids drooped. In a moment she was drifting on the same uncharted sea as Alexis Petrovskey. In the morning Alexis was rational for the first time in days and his fever had gone down several degrees. Anne heard the joyful news from Miss Wilson just as the day-nurse was preparing to take the other's place.