'What a spendthrift! An absolute spendthrift!'
'Wouldn't it be better to keep the food for ourselves? They only asked for a pound, so why give them extra?'
Zane Xavier was so anxious he nearly slapped his thigh.
He was truly heartbroken. He didn't care about other things, but food was more precious than anything right now.
If the person giving the stuff away hadn't been Miss Sterling, he would have been tempted to accuse her, to call her a spendthrift.
He took several deep breaths, though they came out ragged. He pinched himself hard a few times before he managed to look somewhat calm.
He forced himself to calm down and didn't immediately rush up to question Miss Sterling.
'Calm down, calm down. You're her subordinate now. You have to follow orders. Impulsiveness is the devil.'
Zane Xavier kept consoling himself.
