I was standing next him.

I suppose your sister thought that I fell.

He was not unlike me, poor fellow." Beatrice looked at him, went red, went white, then burst into a flood of tears.
A strange pang seized upon his heart.

It thrilled through him, shaking him to the core.

Why was this woman so deeply moved?
Could it be----?
Nonsense; he stifled the thought before it was born.
"Don't cry," Geoffrey said, "the people will see you, Beatrice" (for the first time he called her by her christian name); "pray do not cry.