"No, never!" she exclaimed aloud, stamping her foot upon the shingle.
"Never what ?" said a voice, within two yards of her.
She started violently, and looked round.

There, his back resting against a rock, a pipe in his mouth, an open letter on his knee, and his hat drawn down almost over his eyes, sat Geoffrey.

He had left Effie to go home with Mr.Granger, and climbing down a sloping place in the cliff, had strolled along the beach.

The letter on his knee was one from his wife.

It was short, and there was nothing particular in it.