"I wish I could be there to see that too, but I have seen enough." She yawned and appeared to wake.

"What, Beatrice, going out already in this pouring rain ?" she said, with feigned astonishment.
"Yes, I have slept badly and I want to get some air," answered Beatrice, starting and colouring; "I suppose that it was the storm." "Has there been a storm ?" said Elizabeth, yawning again.

"I heard nothing of it--but then so many things happen when one is asleep of which one knows nothing at the time," she added sleepily, like one speaking at random.

"Mind that you are back to say good-bye to Mr.
Bingham; he goes by the early train, you know--but perhaps you will see him out walking," and appearing to wake up thoroughly, she raised herself in bed and gave her sister one piercing look.
Beatrice made no answer; that look sent a thrill of fear through her.
Oh; what had happened! Or was it all a dream?
Had she dreamed that she stood face to face with Geoffrey in his room before a great darkness struck her and overwhelmed her?
Or was it an awful truth, and if a truth, how came she here again?
She went to the pantry, found a morsel of bread and ate it, for faintness still pursued her.

Then feeling better, she left the house and set her face towards the beach.
It was a dreary morning.