But who?
At this moment a woman's shadow fell athwart him.
"Oh, have you come back ?" he cried, springing to his feet.
"If you mean Beatrice," answered a voice--it was Elizabeth's--"she went down to the beach ten minutes ago.

I happened to be on the cliff, and I saw her." "Oh, I beg your pardon, Miss Granger," he said faintly.

"I did not see who it was." Elizabeth sat down upon the rock where her sister had sat, and, seeing the little holes in the breach, began indolently to clear them of the sand which Beatrice had swept over them with her foot.

This was no difficult matter, for the holes were deeply dug, and it was easy to trace their position.

Presently they were nearly all clear--that is, the letters were legible.
"You have had a talk with Beatrice, Mr.Davies ?" "Yes," he answered apathetically.
Elizabeth paused.