I will not go to Elizabeth.

If she finds out my whereabouts and comes here, then I shall go away again and hide.

I shall never willingly exchange another word with her as long as I live." Tavernake looked at her doubtfully.
"But she is your sister!" he explained.
"She is my sister," Beatrice repeated, "and yet what I have said to you I mean." There was a short silence.

Tavernake felt unaccountably ill at ease.
Something had sprung up between them which he did not understand.

He was swift to recognize, however, the note of absolute finality in her tone.
"I have given my message," he declared.