She had risen, drawing herself to her full height, which her exquisite proportions seemed to increase, and was looking at her sister.

Presently she said one word and one only, but it was enough.
"_Elizabeth._" Her sister opened her lips to speak again, but hesitated, and changed her mind.

There was something in Beatrice's manner that checked her.
"Well," she said at length, "you should not irritate me so, Beatrice." Beatrice made no reply.

She only turned towards Geoffrey, and with a graceful little bow, said: "Mr.Bingham, I am sure that you will forgive this scene.

The fact is, we all slept badly last night, and it has not improved our tempers." There was a pause, of which Mr.Granger took a hurried and rather undignified advantage.
"Um, ah," he said.