5/11 Passionate and wild and loving words he used, and Beatrice was nothing to him. He did not go to bed that night. In the morning his face showed symptoms of the vigil he had passed through. His mother noticed the haggard lines round his eyes, and she gave vent to a sigh--scarcely audible, it is true, and quickly smothered. She felt that the fairy palace she had built over that sepulchre of the past might crumble at any moment. |