"Between ourselves," he added, a white, scared look upon his pale face, "he is spoiling my whole peace of mind.
My enjoyment of the comforts which Elizabeth is able to provide for me is interfered with by that man's constant presence.

He seldom speaks, and yet he seems always to be watching.

I do not trust him, Beatrice.

I am a judge of men and I tell you that I do not trust him." "I wish that Elizabeth would go away," Beatrice said in a low tone.

"Of course, I have no right--to say things.