I think she is doing some copying for him." "She is a great deal with him," observed Ralph.
"Why, yes; father thinks so much of her.

He says that none can write so well as she, or has such a quick brain.

And then she does not talk, he says, nor ask foolish woman-questions like the rest of us." And Margaret glanced up a moment, smiling.
"I suppose I must not go up," said Ralph, a little peevishly; for he was tired with his long day.
"Why, no, you must not," said Margaret, "but she will be down soon, Mr.
Torridon." There was silence for a moment or two; and then Margaret spoke again.
"Mr.Torridon," she said, "may I say something ?" Ralph made a little sound of assent.

The warmth of the fire was making him sleepy.
"Well, it is this," said Margaret slowly, "I think you believe that Beatrice does not like you.

That is not true.