"
"Taking exercise, probably, like yourself. Well, I seat myself with my
pipe in the shadow of that rock, when suddenly I see Mr. Davies coming
along towards Bryngelly as though he were walking for a wager, his hat
fixed upon the back of his head. Literally he walked over my legs and
never saw me. Then you follow and ejaculate, 'No, never!'--and that is
the end of my story. Have I your permission to walk with you, or shall I
interfere with the development of the plot?"
"There is no plot, and as you said just now the beach is free," Beatrice
answered petulantly.
They walked on a few yards and then he spoke in another tone--the
meaning of the assignation he had overheard in the churchyard grew clear
to him now.
"I believe that I have to congratulate you, Miss Granger," he said,
"and I do so very heartily. It is not everybody who is so fortunate as
to----"
Beatrice stopped, and half turning faced him.
"What _do_ you mean, Mr. Bingham?" she said. "I do not understand your
dark sayings."
"Mean! oh, nothing particular, except that I wished to congratulate you
on your engagement.
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