"Can I get you anything, Mrs. Wyndham?" he inquired, after a double bow.
"No, thank you. Johnny Hannibal is taking care of me," answered Mrs. Sam,
coldly.
"Miss Thorn, what can I get you?" he asked, turning to Joe.
"Nothing, thanks," said Joe, "Mr. Biggielow is getting me something." She
did not look at Vancouver as she answered, and the angry color began to
rise to her temples. Vancouver, who was not used to repulses such as
these, and was too old a soldier to give up a situation so easily, stood a
moment playing with his coat tails. A sudden thought passed through Joe's
mind. It struck her that, considering the situation of affairs, it would
be unwise to break off her acquaintance with Vancouver at the present
time. Her first honest impulse was to cut him and never speak to him
again. But it was better to act with more deliberation. In the first
place, there might be more to be learnt which might be of service to John;
secondly, people would talk about it if she cut him, and would invent some
story to the effect that he had proposed to marry her, or that she had
proposed to marry him.
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