"
But he was not to be put off with the seagull. "Miss Beatrice," he said
again, "are you going out walking next Sunday afternoon?"
"How can I tell, Mr. Davies? It may rain."
"But if it does not rain--please tell me. You generally do walk on the
beach on Sunday. Miss Beatrice, I want to speak to you. I hope you will
allow me, I do indeed."
Then suddenly she came to a decision. This kind of thing was
unendurable; it would be better to get it over. Turning round so
suddenly that Owen started, she said:
"If you wish to speak to me, Mr. Davies, I shall be in the Amphitheatre
opposite the Red Rocks, at four o'clock on Sunday afternoon, but I had
much rather that you did not come. I can say no more."
"I shall come," he answered doggedly, and they went down the steps to
the boat-shed.
"Oh, look, daddy," said Effie, "here comes the lady who was drownded
with you and a gentleman," and to Beatrice's great relief the child ran
forward and met them.
"Ah!" thought Geoffrey to himself, "that is the man Honoria said she was
engaged to. Well, I don't think very much of her taste.
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