Somewhat relieved on this point, I instructed Sawyer to rouse
me at nine o'clock next morning, and, lying down on the bed in
my dressing-gown, assumed a comfortable attitude, and surrendered
myself to the manipulations of the mesmerizer. Owing,
perhaps, to my unusually nervous state, I was slower than
common in losing consciousness, but at length a delicious
drowsiness stole over me.



Chapter 3


"He is going to open his eyes. He had better see but one of
us at first."

"Promise me, then, that you will not tell him."

The first voice was a man's, the second a woman's, and both
spoke in whispers.

"I will see how he seems," replied the man.

"No, no, promise me," persisted the other.

"Let her have her way," whispered a third voice, also a
woman.

"Well, well, I promise, then," answered the man. "Quick, go!
He is coming out of it."