But scant are the occasions, and few there are who
know them.
Thus soared Beatrice and Geoffrey while the wild night beat around them,
making a fit accompaniment to their stormy loves. And thus they too fell
from heaven to earth.
"We must be going, Geoffrey; it grows late," said Beatrice. "Oh,
Geoffrey, Geoffrey, what have we done? What can be the end of all this?
It will bring trouble on you, I know that it must. The old saying will
come true. I saved your life, and I shall bring ruin on you!"
It is characteristic of Beatrice that already she was thinking of the
consequences to Geoffrey, not of those to herself.
"Beatrice," said Geoffrey, "we are in a desperate position. Do you wish
to face it and come away with me, far away to the other side of the
world?"
"No, no," she answered vehemently, "it would be your ruin to abandon the
career that is before you. What part of the world could you go to where
you would not be known? Besides there is your wife to think of. Ah,
God, your wife--what would she say of me? You belong to her, you have
no right to desert her.
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