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.