He is not such a bad sort of man, and he is well off." They had been walking rapidly, and now they were reaching the spot known as the "Amphitheatre," that same spot where Owen Davies had proposed to Beatrice some seven months before.
Beatrice passed round the projecting edge of rock, and walked some way towards the flat slab of stone in the centre before she answered.
While she did so a great and bitter anger filled her heart.

She saw, or thought she saw, it all.

Geoffrey wished to be rid of her.

He had discerned an element of danger in their intimacy, and was anxious to make that intimacy impossible by pushing her into a hateful marriage.
Suddenly she turned and faced him--turned like a thing at bay.

The last red rays of the sunset struck upon her lovely face made more lovely still by its stamp of haughty anger: they lay upon her heaving breast.