His infatuation for herself was becoming notorious; everybody saw it except her father.

Mr.
Granger's mind was so occupied with questions connected with tithe that fortunately for Beatrice little else could find an entry.

Owen dogged her about; he would wait whole hours outside the school or by the Vicarage gate merely to speak a few words to her.

Sometimes when at length she appeared he seemed to be struck dumb, he could say nothing, but would gaze at her with his dull eyes in a fashion that filled her with vague alarm.

He never ventured to speak to her of his love indeed, but he looked it, which was almost as bad.