Then, too, Lucy , although she is so well, has lately taken to
her old habit of walking in her sleep. Her mother has spoken to me
about it, and we have decided that I am to lock the door of our
room every night.
Mrs. Westenra has got an idea that sleep-walkers always go out
on roofs of houses and along the edges of cliffs and then get
suddenly wakened and fall over with a despairing cry that echoes
all over the place.
Poor dear, she is naturally anxious about Lucy, and she tells me
that her husband, Lucy's father, had the same habit, that he would
get up in the night and dress himself and go out, if he were not
stopped.
Lucy is to be married in the autumn, and she is already planning
out her dresses and how her house is to be arranged. I sympathise
with her, for I do the same
