"Did I not tell you Sibley would revive her?" Stanton remarked as
they went down to supper. "Such humdrum fellows as you and I are
not to the taste of one who has been brought up on a diet of cayenne
pepper and chocolate cream."
"But what kind of blood does such a diet make?"
"Judge for yourself. It looks well as it comes and goes in a pretty
face."
"Look here, Stanton," said Van Berg, pausing at the dining room
door; "there is that Sibley at our table."
"Oh, certainly! He claims to be Ida's friend, and you see that
Mrs. Mayhew is very gracious to him. He's rich, and will inherit
his father's business also; and my sagacious aunt inquires no
further."
"Stanton, we both fee that he is not fit to sit at the same table
with Miss Burton."
"You are right, Van," Stanton replied with a deep flush; "but I can
do nothing without drawing attention to my relatives. After all,
it is only a casual and transient association in a public place,
over which we have no control. While she seems too near to him
there you know that heaven is as near to hell as they are to each
other. For the sake of poor Mr. Mayhew, if for no one else, let
the matter pass.
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