Poor fellow, he was mad even in those days, and I want to chaff him." "I think that you had far better not go, Mr.Bingham," said Beatrice; "they are a very rough set." "Everybody is not so cowardly as you are," put in Elizabeth.

"I am going at any rate." "That's right, Miss Elizabeth," said Geoffrey; "we will protect each other from the revolutionary fury of the mob.

Come, it is time to start." And so they went, leaving Beatrice a prey to melancholy forebodings.
She waited in the house for the best part of an hour, making pretence to play with Effie.

Then her anxiety got the better of her; she put on her hat and started, leaving Effie in charge of the servant Betty.
Beatrice walked quickly along the cliff till she came in sight of Jones's farm.

From where she stood she could make out a great crowd of men, and even, when the wind turned towards her, catch the noise of shouting.