Geoffrey opened it with his foot, entered, and with his foot pushed it to again.

Suddenly he remembered that he had never been in the room, and did not know which bed belonged to Beatrice.
He walked to the nearest; a deep-drawn breath told him that it was the wrong one.

Drawing some faint consolation from the fact that Elizabeth was evidently asleep, he groped his way to the second bed through the deep twilight of the room.

The clothes were thrown back.

He laid Beatrice down and threw them over her.