Davies. Geoffrey!--how
curious!"
"Why is it curious, Miss Granger? Who is Geoffrey?"
Elizabeth laughed a disagreeable little laugh that somehow attracted
Owen's attention more than her words.
"How should I know? It must be some friend of Beatrice's, and one of
whom she is thinking a great deal, or she would not write his name
unconsciously. The only Geoffrey that I know is Mr. Geoffrey Bingham,
the barrister, who is staying at the Vicarage, and whose life Beatrice
saved." She paused to watch her companion's face, and saw a new idea
creep across its stolidity. "But of course," she went on, "it cannot be
Mr. Bingham that she was thinking of, because you see he is married."
"Married?" he said, "yes, but he's a man for all that, and a very
handsome one."
"Yes, I should call him handsome--a fine man," Elizabeth answered
critically; "but, as Beatrice said the other day, the great charm about
him is his talk and power of mind. He is a very remarkable man, and the
world will hear of him before he has done. But, however, all this is
neither here nor there. Beatrice is a curious woman, and has strange
ideas, but I am sure that she would never carry on with a married man.
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