Who would believe this tale of sleep-walking?
For the first time in his life Geoffrey felt terribly afraid, both for Beatrice and himself; the hair rose on his head, his heart stood still, and a cold perspiration started on to his face.
"It's very odd," he heard the old man mutter to himself; "I could almost swear that I saw something white go into that room.

Where's the handle?
If I believed in ghosts--hullo! my candle has blown out! I must go and hunt for a match.

Don't quite like going in there without a light." For the moment they were saved.

The fierce draught rushing through the open crack of the door from the ill-fitting window had extinguished the candle.
Geoffrey waited a few seconds to allow Mr.Granger to reach his room, and then once more started on his awful journey.

He passed out of the room in safety; happily Beatrice showed no signs of recovery.