Something of her strong, devoted nature showed itself in her handwriting.
"Beatrice Varanger begs that Keyork Arabian will meet her in the parlour of the convent as soon after receiving this as possible.

The matter is very important." She had reasons of her own for believing that Keyork had not forgotten her in the five years or more since they had been in Egypt together.
Apart from the fact that his memory had always been surprisingly good, he had at that time professed the most unbounded admiration for her, and she remembered with a smile his quaint devotion, his fantastic courtesy, and his gnome-like attempts at grace.
She folded the note, to wait for the address which she could not ascertain until the morning.

She could do nothing more.

It was nearly two o'clock and there was evidently nothing to be done but to sleep.
As she laid her head upon the pillow a few minutes later she was amazed at her own calm.

Strong natures, in great tests, often surprise themselves far more than they surprise others.