A cry of joy rolled to her lips; but she hushed it, and answered tremblingly:
"Yes, Eugene; it is Beulah."
His eyes wandered about the room, and then rested again on her countenance, with a confused, perplexed expression.
"Am I at home? What is the matter?"
"Yes, Eugene; at home among your best friends. Don't talk any more; try to sleep again." With a great joy in her heart she extinguished the light, so that he could see nothing. After a few moments he said slowly:
"Beulah, did I dream I saw you? Beulah!" She felt his hand put out, as if to feel for her.
"No; I am sitting by you, but will not talk to you now. You must keep quiet."
There was a short silence.
"But where am I? Not at home, I know."
She did not reply, and he repeated the question more earnestly.