Their dreamy glance fell upon him, looking through him and beyond him, rather than at him.

Then she raised herself a little and stretching out both her arms towards him, spoke aloud.
"So have you have come back to me at last," she said.

"I knew that you would come and I have waited." He made no answer, he did not know what to say; indeed he began to think that he also must be dreaming.

For a little while Beatrice still looked at him in the same absent manner, then suddenly started up, the red blood streaming to her brow.
"Why, Mr.Bingham," she said, "is it really you?
What was it that I said?
Oh, pray forgive me, whatever it was.

I have been asleep dreaming such a curious dream, and talking in my sleep." "Do not alarm yourself, Miss Granger," he answered, recovering himself with a jerk; "you did not say anything dreadful, only that you were glad to see me.