"Miss Beatrice," he said again, "are you going out walking next Sunday afternoon ?" "How can I tell, Mr.Davies?
It may rain." "But if it does not rain--please tell me.

You generally do walk on the beach on Sunday.

Miss Beatrice, I want to speak to you.

I hope you will allow me, I do indeed." Then suddenly she came to a decision.

This kind of thing was unendurable; it would be better to get it over.