He heard her open the door, and did not try to stay her.
Half an hour later, Wilfrid restored the letters to their place in the drawer.

If they were to be destroyed, it must now be in Beatrice's presence.

With something like joy he turned the key upon them, feeling that they were preserved, that the last farewell was once again postponed.

Wilfrid was not a very strong man where sacrifice 'was demanded of him.
He neither saw nor heard from Beatrice till the evening of the following day.

Then it happened that they had to dine at the same house.