I know what I'll do; I'll go by myself and see Mrs.Bateson's pig, just to show you how I hate you." And Elisabeth flew off in the direction of Mrs.Bateson's cottage, with the truly feminine intention of punishing the male being who had dared to disapprove of her, by making him disapprove of her still more.

Her programme, however, was frustrated; for Mrs.Bateson herself intervened between Elisabeth and her unholy desires, and entertained the latter with a plate of delicious bread-and-dripping instead.

Finally, that young lady returned to her home in a more magnanimous frame of mind; and fell asleep that night wondering if the whole male sex were as stupid as the particular specimen with which she had to do--a problem which has puzzled older female brains than hers.
But poor Christopher was very unhappy.

It was agony to him when his conscience pulled him one way and Elisabeth pulled him the other; and yet this form of torture was constantly occurring to him.

He could not bear to do what he knew was wrong, and he could not bear to vex Elisabeth; yet Elisabeth's wishes and his own ideas of right were by no means always synonymous.