He reached forward and took her hands, and if Mrs.Vivian had come in she would have seen him kneeling at her daughter's feet.
But Mrs.Vivian remained in seclusion, and Bernard saw her only the next time he came.
"I am very happy, because I think my daughter is happy," she said.
"And what do you think of me ?" "I think you are very clever.

You must promise me to be very good to her." "I am clever enough to promise that." "I think you are good enough to keep it," said Mrs.Vivian.She looked as happy as she said, and her happiness gave her a communicative, confidential tendency.

"It is very strange how things come about--how the wheel turns round," she went on.

"I suppose there is no harm in my telling you that I believe she always cared for you." "Why did n't you tell me before ?" said Bernard, with almost filial reproachfulness.
"How could I?
I don't go about the world offering my daughter to people--especially to indifferent people." "At Baden you did n't think I was indifferent.

You were afraid of my not being indifferent enough." Mrs.Vivian colored.
"Ah, at Baden I was a little too anxious!" "Too anxious I should n't speak to your daughter!" said Bernard, laughing.
"At Baden," Mrs.Vivian went on, "I had views.