"We are not so terrible, are we, mamma ?--that is, when once you have climbed our five flights of stairs." "I came up very fast," said Bernard, "and I find your apartment magnificent." "Mr.Longueville must come again, must he not, dear ?" asked mamma.
"I shall come very often, with your leave," Bernard declared.
"It will be immensely kind," said Angela, looking away.
"I am not sure that you will think it that." "I don't know what you are trying to prove," said Angela; "first that we ran away from you, and then that we are not nice to our visitors." "Oh no, not that!" Bernard exclaimed; "for I assure you I shall not care how cold you are with me." She walked away toward another door, which was masked with a curtain that she lifted.
"I am glad to hear that, for it gives me courage to say that I am very tired, and that I beg you will excuse me." She glanced at him a moment over her shoulder; then she passed out, dropping the curtain.
Bernard stood there face to face with Mrs.Vivian, whose eyes seemed to plead with him more than ever.

In his own there was an excited smile.
"Please don't mind that," she murmured.

"I know it 's true that she is tired." "Mind it, dear lady ?" cried the young man.

"I delight in it.

It 's just what I like." "Ah, she 's very peculiar!" sighed Mrs.Vivian.
"She is strange--yes.