"Charmian!" said I to myself when at length all was still,
"Charmian!" And I blew out my candle.
Outside, the souls of the unnumbered dead still rode the storm,
and the world was filled with their woeful lamentation. But, as
I lay in the dark, there came to me a faint perfume as of violets
at evening-time, elusive and very sweet, breathing of Charmian
herself; and putting up my hand, I touched the handkerchief that
bound my brow.
"Charmian!" said I to myself again, and so, fell asleep.