"Were you
disgusted with his pious wail on general principles, or did something
in his theology offend you?"
"It's enough that I was not pleased," she replied briefly.
"Little wonder. I'm surprised you stood it so long. Van Berg and
Stanton are nice fellows to lead a conventicle. I think I'll take
a hand at it myself next Sunday evening, and certainly would with
your support. I'll say nothing of the singer, but if you will go
with me to the rustic seat in yonder shady walk, I'll sing you a
song that I know will be more to your taste than any you have heard
this evening."
"Please excuse me, Mr. Sibley; I'm afraid of the night air."
"You are unusually prudent," he said, a little tauntingly.
"Which proves that I possess at least one good quality," she replied.
"Perhaps if Mr. Van Berg asked you to go you would take the risk."
"Perhaps I might," she admitted, half unconsciously and from the
mere force of habit, giving the natural answer of a coquette.
"He had better not cross my path," said Sibley, with sudden
vindictiveness.
"Come, come!" replied Miss Mayhew, with a careless laugh, "let's
have no high tragedy. I'm in no mood for it to-night, and you
have no occasion for alarm.
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