"At least, I suppose so," she added.
Elizabeth, who was aggressively religious, frowned at this remark.

She knew her sister did not mean it.
"What are you going to do this afternoon, Beatrice ?" she asked suddenly.
She had seen Owen Davies go up and speak to her sister, and though she had not been near enough to catch the words, scented an assignation from afar.
Beatrice coloured slightly, a fact that escaped neither her sister nor Geoffrey.
"I am going to see Jane Llewellyn," she answered.

Jane Llewellyn was the crazy little girl whose tale has been told.

Up to that moment Beatrice had no idea of going to see her, but she knew that Elizabeth would not follow her there, because the child could not endure Elizabeth.
"Oh, I thought that perhaps you were going out walking." "I may walk afterwards," answered Beatrice shortly.
"So there is an assignation," thought Elizabeth, and a cold gleam of intelligence passed across her face.
Shortly after dinner, Beatrice put on her bonnet and went out.

Ten minutes passed, and Elizabeth did the same.