“Don’t you want it now, Mina?” asked Dan, holding the cup towards her, and holding it in vain, for she was too much occupied to see it.
“Oh, thank you—no—I don’t think I do want it now. Sorry you should have had the trouble.”
Her words were just as fluttered as her manner. Dan brought the tea back and put it on the tray.
“Of course, she can’t spare time to drink tea while he is there,” cried Charlotte, resentfully, who had watched what passed. “That man has bewitched her, Dan.”
“Not quite yet, I think,” said Dan, quietly. “He is trying to do it. There is no love lost between you and him, I see, Lotty.”
“Not a ghost of it,” nodded Lotty. “The town may be going wild in its admiration of him, but I am not; and the sooner he betakes himself back to India to his regiment, the better.”
“I hope he will not take Mina with him,” said Dan, gravely.
“I hope not, either. But she is silly enough for anything.”
“Who is that, that’s silly enough for anything?” cried Madame St. Vincent, whisking back to her place.
“Mina,” promptly replied Charlotte. “She asked for a cup of tea, and then said she did not want it.”