But she had never tried to win him from her, and though she sinned in thought, though her heart was guilty--oh, her hands were clean! Her restlessness overcame her.

She could no longer lie in bed.
Elizabeth, watching through her veil of sleep, saw Beatrice rise, put on a wrapper, and, going to the window, throw it wide.

At first she thought of interfering, for Elizabeth was a prudent person and did not like draughts; but her sister's movements excited her curiosity, and she refrained.

Beatrice sat down on the foot of her bed, and leaning her arm upon the window-sill looked out upon the lovely quiet night.

How dark the pine trees massed against the sky; how soft was the whisper of the sea, and how vast the heaven through which the stars sailed on.
What was it, then, this love of hers?
Was it mere earthly passion?
No, it was more.