And now
let us go in; there is nothing more to say, except this: if you wish
to bid me good-bye, a last good-bye, dear Geoffrey, I will meet you
to-morrow morning on the beach."
"I shall leave at half-past eight," he said hoarsely.
"Then we will meet at seven," Beatrice said, and led the way into the
house.
Elizabeth and Mr. Granger were already seated at supper. They supped at
nine on Sunday nights; it was just half-past.
"Dear me," said the old gentleman, "we began to think that you two must
have been out canoeing and got yourselves drowned in good earnest this
time. What have you been doing?"
"We have had a long walk," answered Geoffrey; "I did not know that it
was so late."
"One wants to be pleased with one's company to walk far on such a night
as this," put in Elizabeth maliciously.
"And so we were--at least I was," Geoffrey answered with perfect truth,
"and the night is not so bad as you might think, at least under the lee
of the cliffs. It will be worse by and by!"
Then they sat down and made a desperate show of eating supper.
Elizabeth, the keen-eyed, noticed that Geoffrey's hand was shaking.
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