Nine o’clock. Was it nine struck, or eight? Nine, surely? I am shivering again⁠—shivering, from head to foot, in the summer air. Have I been sitting here asleep? I don’t know what I have been doing.

Oh, my God! am I going to be ill?

Ill, at such a time as this!

My head⁠—I am sadly afraid of my head. I can write, but the lines all run together. I see the words. Laura⁠—I can write Laura, and see I write it. Eight or nine⁠—which was it?