"
"Oh, you take it too seriously; besides, I thought that you helped it
on a bit."
Berenice was silenced, but she was none the happier for that. She was
vexed with herself for having any feeling about the incident; but the
word of Wynne came afresh into her mind, and brought the blood anew to
her cheek. She said to herself that she hoped that she should meet him
soon again, that she might wither him with a glance of burning
contempt, ever after to ignore him.
"You think I wouldn't do it," she sneered to some inner doubt; "but I
would!"
She was interrupted by a partner, and went whirling down the bright
hall to the tingling measures of a new waltz; yet all the while she was
thinking of the moment she had stood face to face with Maurice. She
scoffed at herself for giving so much weight to a thing so trifling;
she made a strong effort to appear gay, only the more keenly to realize
that at heart she was miserable.
Mrs. Staggchase, on her way out of the hall a little later, stopped and
spoke to her.
"Come, Bee, it is time for you to go home. You don't seem to profit by
the godly example of Elsie Wilson at all.
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