Sleep event

My sister is away from home, so I wrote to her without giving any reason for wanting her evidence, and tried to say nothing that would recall this occurrence to her mind. I simply asked her, ' Do you remember your coming into my room one night during H.'s illness 1 If you do, I want a written statement of what you remember.' I enclose her reply. She mentions that 1 called his name, and that she found me crying, which was true, as the impression that he wanted me was so strongly upon me, and yet I believed it to be fancy. She knows that I never left my room, otherwise I might have thought that I had really gone down the passage to my brother's room, which was at the other end, but I never walked in my sleep in my life. My brother was so positive about it that I felt certain he believed I had actually done what I had tried to do in my own room. It seemed perfectly natural to me, but I said nothing to my people, for fear they should think the strain of nursing would make me ill. These are the references in my note-book: On June 25th, 1878, among other things about my brother, ' He said that in the night he woke up, firmly persuaded that I had been in his room, and was talking to him, and he got up at once, and did exactly as I told him.' On June 24th, 1879: 'It was this night last year that I woke up in the middle of the night calling H., and then E. came in. And the next morning he told me that just at that moment he thought I came into his room, and he got up to do as I told him.' I can't account for his thinking I told him to open the window, unless from the fact that I got up and went over to the window in my room where the table was. My brother was several years older than myself, and I was extremely attached to him ; he was accustomed to my doing this sort of thing for him by day. This happened at Salehurst Vicarage, in Sussex, two months before my father came here. I never spoke of it to them until this week, when I told my brothers and sisters. The following is the enclosure mentioned : — May 21st, 1884. I remember well the event you allude to, of how you awoke one night, calling for Herbert, and I went into your room, found you crying, and tried to comfort you. I have often thought of it since.