The rest of the Castle was shut up; he scarcely ever visited it except occasionally to see that the rooms were properly aired, for he was a methodical man.
As for Beatrice, she went home, still chuckling, to receive a severe reproof from Elizabeth for her "forwardness." But Owen Davies never forgot the debt of gratitude he owed her.

In his heart he felt convinced that had it not been for her, he would have fled before Mrs.Thomas and her horn-rimmed eyeglasses, to return no more.

The truth of the matter was, however, that young as was Beatrice, he fell in love with her then and there, only to fall deeper and deeper into that drear abyss as years went on.

He never said anything about it, he scarcely even gave a hint of his hopeless condition, though of course Beatrice divined something of it as soon as she came to years of discretion.

But there grew up in Owen's silent, lonely breast a great and overmastering desire to make this grey-eyed girl his wife.