Now Geoffrey could only see the faint outlines of her weeping face.

One moment he hesitated and one only; then Nature prevailed against him, for the next she was in his arms.
Beatrice scarcely resisted him.

Her energies seemed to fail her, or perhaps she had spent them in her bitter words.

Her head fell upon his shoulder, and there she sobbed her fill.

Presently she lifted it and their lips met in a first long kiss.