One day, however, a little incident happened that ought to have opened the eyes of both. They had arranged, or rather there was a tacit understanding, that they should go out together in the afternoon. Geoffrey was to take his gun and Beatrice a book, but it chanced that, just before dinner, as she walked back from the village, where she had gone to buy some thread to mend Effie’s clothes, Beatrice came face to face with Mr. Davies. It was their first meeting without witnesses since the Sunday of which the events have been described, and, naturally, therefore, rather an awkward one. Owen stopped short so that she could not pass him with a bow, and then turned and walked beside her. After a remark or two about the weather, the springs of conversation ran dry. “You remember that you are coming up to the Castle this afternoon?” he said, at length. “To the Castle!” she answered. “No, I have heard nothing of it.” “Did not your sister tell you she made an engagement for herself and you a week or more ago? You are to bring the little girl; she wants to see the view from the top of the tower.” Then Beatrice remembered. Elizabeth had told her, and she had thought it best to accept the situation. The whole thing had gone out of her mind. “Oh, I beg your pardon! I do remember now, but I have made another plan—how stupid of me!” “You had forgotten,” he said in his heavy voice; “it is easy for you to forget what I have been looking forward to for a whole week. What is your plan—to go out walking with Mr. Bingham, I suppose?” “Yes,” answered Beatrice, “to go out with Mr. Bingham.” “Ah! you go out with Mr. Bingham every day now.” “And what if I do?” said Beatrice quickly; “surely, Mr. Davies, I have a right to go out with whom I like?” “Yes, of course; but the engagement to come to the Castle was made first; are you not going to keep it?” “Of course I am going to keep it; I always keep my engagements when I have any.” “Very well, then; I shall expect you at three o’clock.” Beatrice went on home in a curiously irritated condition of mind. She did not, naturally, want to go to the Castle, and she did want to go out with Geoffrey. However, there was no help for it. When she came in to dinner she found that Geoffrey was not there. He had, it seemed, gone to lunch with Dr. Chambers, whom he had met on the beach. Before he returned they were all three starting for the Castle, Beatrice leaving a message to this effect with Betty. About a quarter of an hour afterwards, Geoffrey came back to fetch his gun and Beatrice, but Beatrice was gone, and all that he could extract from Betty was that she had gone to see Mr. Davies.