Then wearied with an extreme of wild emotion Beatrice sought her bed again and presently was lost in sleep.
When Geoffrey woke on the next morning, after a little reflection, he came to the decision that he had experienced a very curious and moving dream, consequent on the exciting events of the previous day, or on the pain of his impending departure.

He rose, packed his bag--everything else was ready--and went in to breakfast.

Beatrice did not appear till it was half over.

She looked very pale, and said that she had been packing Effie's things.

Geoffrey noticed that she barely touched his fingers when he rose to shake hands with her, and that she studiously avoided his glance.