I hope that you will not do so, either." "Most certainly not," said Elizabeth, and indeed it would be the last thing she would wish to do.

"Well, good-bye, Mr.Davies.Do not be downhearted; it will all come right in the end.

You will always have me to help you, remember." "Thank you, thank you," he said earnestly, and went.
Elizabeth watched him round the wall of rock with a cold and ugly smile set upon her face.
"You fool," she thought, "you fool! To tell _me_ that you 'love her dearly and want to marry her;' you want to get that sweet face of hers, do you?
You never shall; I'd spoil it first! Dear Beatrice, she is not capable of carrying on a love affair with a married man--oh, certainly not! Why, she's in love with him already, and he is more than half in love with her.

If she hadn't been, would she have put Owen off?
Not she.
Give them time, and we shall see.

They will ruin each other--they _must_ ruin each other; it won't be child's play when two people like that fall in love.