"Supposing he finds Beatrice!" Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders.
"Beatrice is made of silent stuff," she declared.

"I should never be afraid of her.

All the same, I wish I could find out just where she is.
It would look better if we were living together." The professor shook his head sadly.
"She left us of her own free will," he said, "and I don't believe, Elizabeth, that she would ever come back again.

She knew very well what she was doing.

She knew that our views of life were not hers.