"She is there. I do not know what you will think of the means I have
taken to procure her sleep. But she was so shaken--she so dreaded this
night!"
"You have given her medicine. Is she asleep?"
"I gave her henbane, and she is asleep."
"Is there a chance of her sleeping till noon?"
"If she be not disturbed. I have carefully darkened the room. What,
has been done?" she inquired, looking in his face. Struck with its
expression, she exclaimed, "How you have suffered!"
"Yes. Life is bitter to those whom God has chosen. If Moyse did but
know it, I almost envy him his rest."
"Is it over, then? is he dead?"
"He dies at sunrise. You think Genifrede may sleep till noon?"