Beatrice too started violently; she recovered herself almost instantly, however.
"How quietly you move, Elizabeth," she said.
"Not more quietly than you sit, Beatrice.

I have been wondering when anybody was going to say anything, or if you were both asleep." For her part Beatrice speculated how long her sister had been in the room.

Their conversation had been innocent enough, but it was not one that she would wish Elizabeth to have overheard.

And somehow Elizabeth had a knack of overhearing things.
"You see, Miss Granger," said Geoffrey coming to the rescue, "both our brains are still rather waterlogged, and that does not tend to a flow of ideas." "Quite so," said Elizabeth.

"My dear Beatrice, why don't you tie up your hair?
You look like a crazy Jane.