After about half an hour he was back in her room. He was relieved when he found her soundly asleep. Now there was a glow on her pink face. He thought that her beauty and grace surpassed the beauty of all the fairies and nymphs he had painted for so many years. He was tempted to touch her face but suddenly he stopped. He was afraid that the touch of his hand could mar her beauty. She was pure marble and he did not want to stain it. He pulled a chair and sat beside her bed. He was mesmerized by that face, that grace, and the radiance it emitted. He did not know when he began to nod. Soon he was in sleep in that chair.