Are
you not ashamed of yourself for making such a fuss about a girl's pretty
face? If you want to get married, marry somebody else."
"Marry somebody else," he said dreamily; "I don't know anybody else whom
I could marry except you, and you are not Beatrice."
"No," answered Elizabeth angrily, "I should hope that I have more
sense, and if you wanted to marry me you would have to set about it in
a different way from this. I am not Beatrice, thank Heaven, but I am
her sister, and I warn you that I know more about her than you do. As a
friend I warn you to be careful. Supposing that Beatrice were not worthy
of you, you would not wish to marry her, would you?"
Now Owen Davies was at heart somewhat afraid of Elizabeth, like most
other people who had the privilege of her acquaintance. Also, apart from
matters connected with his insane passion, he was very fairly shrewd. He
suspected Elizabeth of something, he did not know of what.
"No, no, of course not," he said. "Of course I would not marry her if
she was not fit to be my wife--but I must know that first, before I talk
of marrying anybody else.
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