Besides, he may be a bit heavy, but I think she is pining for him, and it's a pity that she should waste her life like that.

What, are you going to bed?
Well, good-night--good-night." Geoffrey did go to bed, but not to sleep.

For a long while he lay awake, thinking.

He thought of the last night which he had spent in this little room, of its strange experiences, of all that had happened since, and of the meeting of to-day.

Could he, after that meeting, any longer doubt what were the feelings with which Beatrice regarded him?
It was difficult to so, and yet there was still room for error.