"Yes; three anyhow--maybe four. Something awakened me suddenly; but
what, I can't say. I remember, at the time, it felt as though
something had passed over my face."

"Like a hand?" suggested Carroll.

"Well, I couldn't be sure. It may have been I dreamed it."

"But what did it _feel_ like?" insisted Thong.

"Well, like a cloth brushing my face more than like a hand--or it may
have been a hand with a glove on it. Yes, it may have been that. Then
I tried to arouse myself, but I heard the wind blowing and a sprinkle
of rain, and, as my window was open, I thought the curtain might have
blown across my face. That would account for it I reasoned, so--"

"Yes, it _may_ have been the curtain," said Thong, slowly. "But what
did you do?"

"Nothing. I lay still a little while, and then I went to sleep again.
I was only awake maybe two or three minutes."

"You didn't call Mrs. Darcy?"

"No."

"Nor the servant--what's her name? Sallie?"

"No. There wasn't any use in that. She's deaf."