ABSTRACT
In the morning, when I opened my eyes, Juliet was so peacefully still, that I listened doubtfully for her breathing; and felt myself relieved by the certainty that she was alive. I was astonished to find that she was awake, though so composed; and was wondering at this unaccountable change, when she suddenly asked me whether Dr — was reckoned a man of any skill in his profession; ‘for,’ said she, ‘he seemed to know nothing at all of my disorder, except what he learnt from myself; so most likely he mistakes it altogether.’ Shocked to see her thus obstinately cling to the broken reed, yet wanting courage to wrest it from her hold, I entreated her to consider that it would not add to the justice of Dr —’s fears, if she should act as though they were well-founded; nor shorten her life, if she should hasten to accomplish whatever she would wish to perform ere its close. She was silent for a little; then, with a deep sigh, ‘You are right,’ said she. ‘Sit down, and I will dictate a letter which you shall write to my brother.’
