"Please don't," she said, haughtily.
"I'd do it again," he said, "to see the color come like that; you don't know what you make one feel like."
"I don't wish to know. Be good enough to remember that you come to see Hannah."
"But it isn't Hannah I want to come and see."
She turned upon him quickly. "It is only Hannah who wishes to see you, understand that."
"Oh, I say, what a spitfire! Look here, Miss Vincent, don't be angry. You and I ought to be friends, you know; and I don't mean any harm."
After all, he was only vulgar, Margaret thought. "I'm sure you don't mean any harm—" she said, though not very graciously.
He felt that it would be a good move to get back to neutral subjects.
"Do you know the gent who has taken the house by the church?" he asked. "You seemed to be taking an interest in him."
"He is a friend of my father's," she condescended to inform him.