But Elizabeth's rigid morality alarmed him, and
he did not say so.
"Do you know I feel a little upset, Miss Elizabeth," he answered. "I
think I will be going. By the way, I promised to say nothing of this to
your father. I hope that you will not do so, either."
"Most certainly not," said Elizabeth, and indeed it would be the last
thing she would wish to do. "Well, good-bye, Mr. Davies. Do not be
downhearted; it will all come right in the end. You will always have me
to help you, remember."
"Thank you, thank you," he said earnestly, and went.
Elizabeth watched him round the wall of rock with a cold and ugly smile
set upon her face.
"You fool," she thought, "you fool! To tell _me_ that you 'love her
dearly and want to marry her;' you want to get that sweet face of hers,
do you? You never shall; I'd spoil it first! Dear Beatrice, she is not
capable of carrying on a love affair with a married man--oh, certainly
not! Why, she's in love with him already, and he is more than half in
love with her. If she hadn't been, would she have put Owen off? Not she.
Give them time, and we shall see.
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