She had thought it well to bring her sister here; it would not do to let Mr.Davies think she was keeping Beatrice out of his way, but his mute idol worship was trying to her feelings.

After tea they went to the top of the tower, and Effie rejoiced exceedingly in the view, which was very beautiful.

Here Owen got a word with Elizabeth.
"Your sister seems to be put out about something," he said.
"I daresay," she answered carelessly; "Beatrice has an uncertain temper.
I think she wanted to go out shooting with Mr.Bingham this afternoon." Had Owen been a less religious person he might have sworn; as it was, he only said, "Mr.Bingham--it is always Mr.Bingham from morning to night! When is he going away ?" "In another week, I believe.

Beatrice will be sorry, I think; she makes a great companion of him.

And now I think that we must be getting home," and she went, leaving this poisoned shaft to rankle in his breast.
After they had returned to the vicarage and Beatrice had heard Effie her prayers and tucked her up in her small white bed, she went down to the gate to be quiet for a little while before supper.