Beatrice who had gone cold all winter and never told him one word of their biting poverty--the longing for the sight of Beatrice came into his heart, and like a hurricane swept the defences of his reason to the level ground.

Temptation overwhelmed him; he no longer struggled against it.

He must see her, if it was only to say good-bye.
"Thank you," he said quietly, lifting his bowed head.

"Yes, I have nothing particular to do for the next day or two.

I think that I will come.