Dunstan, whom he particularly
disliked, among them--and the number of brace of partridges which had
been killed on the previous day. Then came an assurance that Honoria
was enjoying herself immensely, and that the new French cook was "simply
perfect;" the letter ending "with love."
"Never what, Miss Granger?" he said again, as he lazily folded up the
sheet.
"Never mind, of course," she answered, recovering herself. "How you
startled me, Mr. Bingham! I had no idea there was anybody on the beach."
"It is quite free, is it not?" he answered, getting up. "I thought you
were going to trample me into the pebbles. It's almost alarming when one
is thinking about a Sunday nap to see a young lady striding along, then
suddenly stop, stamp her foot, and say, 'No, never!' Luckily I knew that
you were about or I should really have been frightened."
"How did you know that I was about?" Beatrice asked a little defiantly.
It was no business of his to observe her movements.
"In two ways. Look!" he said, pointing to a patch of white sand. "That,
I think, is your footprint."
"Well, what of it?" said Beatrice, with a little laugh.
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