And you might have come to so many places besides this one." "It is all the more singular, that one of the last persons I saw in America was your charming friend Blanche, who married Gordon Wright.

She did n't tell me you were here." "She had no reason to know it," said the girl.

"She is not my friend--as you are her husband's friend." "Ah no, I don't suppose that.

But she might have heard from you." "She does n't hear from us.

My mother used to write to her for a while after she left Europe, but she has given it up." She paused a moment, and then she added--"Blanche is too silly!" Bernard noted this, wondering how it bore upon his theory of a spiteful element in his companion.