Luckily they won't want you; there were so many witnesses." "Then it is only good-night," said Beatrice.
She went to her room.

Elizabeth, who shared it, was already asleep, or pretending to be asleep.

Then Beatrice undressed and got into bed, but rest she could not.

It was "only good-night," a last good-night.

He was going away--back to his wife, back to the great rushing world, and to the life in which she had no share.