Meanwhile Beatrice found herself opposite the entrance to the
Westminster Bridge Station. A hansom was standing there; she got into it
and told the man to drive to Paddington.
Before the pair had retraced their steps she was gone. "She has
vanished again," said "Tom," and went on to give a description of her to
Geoffrey. Of her dress he had unfortunately taken little note. It might
be one of Beatrice's, or it might not. It seemed almost inconceivable to
Geoffrey that she should be masquerading about London, under the name of
Mrs. Everston. And yet--and yet--he could have sworn--but it was folly!
Suddenly he bade his friend good-night, and took a hansom. "The mystery
thickens," said the astonished "Tom," as he watched him drive away.
"I would give a hundred pounds to find out what it all means. Oh! that
woman's face--it haunts me. It looked like the face of an angel bidding
farewell to Heaven."
But he never did find out any more about it, though the despairing eyes
of Beatrice, as she bade her mute farewell, still sometimes haunt his
sleep.
Geoffrey reflected rapidly.
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