CHAPTER X.
It had seemed to him a good idea to interrogate Mrs.Vivian; but there are a great many good ideas that are never put into execution.

As he approached her with a smile and a salutation, and, with the air of asking leave to take a liberty, seated himself in the empty chair beside her, he felt a humorous relish of her own probable dismay which relaxed the investigating impulse.

His impulse was now simply to prove to her that he was the most unobjectionable fellow in the world--a proposition which resolved itself into several ingenious observations upon the weather, the music, the charms and the drawbacks of Baden, the merits of the volume that she held in her lap.

If Mrs.Vivian should be annoyed, should be fluttered, Bernard would feel very sorry for her; there was nothing in the world that he respected more than the moral consciousness of a little Boston woman whose view of life was serious and whose imagination was subject to alarms.

He held it to be a temple of delicacy, where one should walk on tiptoe, and he wished to exhibit to Mrs.Vivian the possible lightness of his own step.