Then she had listened till at length a deep sigh told her of the return of her sister's consciousness.

After this there was a pause, till presently Beatrice's long soft breaths showed that she had glided from swoon to sleep.
The slow night wore away, and at length the cold dawn crept through the window.

Elizabeth still watching, for she was not willing to lose a single scene of a drama so entrancing in itself and so important to her interests, saw her sister suddenly sit up in bed and press her hands to her forehead, as though she was striving to recall a dream.

Then Beatrice covered her eyes with her hands and groaned heavily.

Next she looked at her watch, rose, drank a glass of water, and dressed herself, even to the putting on of an old grey waterproof with a hood to it, for it was wet outside.
"She is going to meet her lover," thought Elizabeth.