And so he did; it was Mr.Granger in the sitting-room.

Hearing no more, Geoffrey concluded that it was the wind, and turning, groped his way to the bed where Beatrice lay as still as death.

For one moment a horrible fear struck him that she might be dead.
He had heard of cases of somnambulists who, on being startled from their unnatural sleep, only woke to die.

It might be so with her.

Hurriedly he placed his hand upon her breast.