Did you not see me in this white dress?
I saw you fifty yards away." "Yes, Miss Granger," he answered, "I saw you." "And you were going by without speaking to me; it was very rude of you--what is the matter ?" "Not so rude as it was of you to arrange to walk out with me and then to go and see Mr.Davies instead." "I could not help it, Mr.Bingham; it was an old engagement, which I had forgotten." "Quite so, ladies generally have an excuse for doing what they want to do." "It is not an excuse, Mr.Bingham," Beatrice answered, with dignity; "there is no need for me to make excuses to you about my movements." "Of course not, Miss Granger; but it would be more polite to tell me when you change your mind--next time, you know.

However, I have no doubt that the Castle has attractions for you." She flashed one look at him and turned to go, and as she did so his heart relented; he grew ashamed.
"Miss Granger, don't go; forgive me.

I do not know what has become of my manners, I spoke as I should not.

The fact is, I was put out at your not coming.

To tell you the honest truth, I missed you dreadfully." "You missed me.