We don't mind about Siena now," she added, softly.
Bernard understood her--understood this to be a retraction of the request she had made of him at Baden.
"Dear little woman," he said to himself, "she wants to marry her daughter still--only now she wants to marry her to me!" He wished to show her that he understood her, and he was on the point of seizing her hand, to do he did n't know what--to hold it, to press it, to kiss it--when he heard the sharp twang of the bell at the door of the little apartment.
Mrs.Vivian fluttered away.
"It 's Angela," she cried, and she stood there waiting and listening, smiling at Bernard, with her handkerchief pressed to her lips.
In a moment the girl came into the drawing-room, but on seeing Bernard she stopped, with her hand on the door-knob.

Her mother went to her and kissed her.
"It 's Mr.Longueville, dearest--he has found us out." "Found us out ?" repeated Angela, with a little laugh.

"What a singular expression!" She was blushing as she had blushed when she first saw him at Blanquais.

She seemed to Bernard now to have a great and peculiar brightness--something she had never had before.
"I certainly have been looking for you," he said.

"I was greatly disappointed when I found you had taken flight from Blanquais." "Taken flight ?" She repeated his words as she had repeated her mother's.
"That is also a strange way of speaking!" "I don't care what I say," said Bernard, "so long as I make you understand that I have wanted very much to see you again, and that I have wondered every day whether I might venture--" "I don't know why you should n't venture!" she interrupted, giving her little laugh again.