"You called me, my beloved, and I--have--come." He rose aghast, trembling like an aspen with doubt and fear, trembling at the sight of the conquering glory of the woman whom he worshipped.
See! She drew on towards him, and she was _asleep_.

Oh, what could he do?
Suddenly the draught of the great gale rushing through the house caught the opened door and crashed it to.
She awoke with a wild stare of terror.
"Oh, God, where am I ?" she cried.
"Hush, for your life's sake!" he answered, his faculties returning.
"Hush! or you are lost." But there was no need to caution here to silence, for Beatrice's senses failed her at the shock, and she sank swooning in his arms..