Pocock Vancouver, pale and exquisite as ever, came up to the two ladies.
"It is not worth while to lose one's temper or one's soul for the iniquities of Mr. Pocock Vancouver," said John.
"I do not care to receive confidences,--I always forget to forget them." It was not in order that Pocock Vancouver might make love to her that she had sent away Bonamy Biggielow, the harmless little poet.