If your confession has anything to do with him, I would rather not hear it." Bernard returned to the subject another time--he had plenty of opportunities.

He spent a portion of every day in the company of these dear women; and these days were the happiest of his life.

The autumn weather was warm and soothing, the quartier was still deserted, and the uproar of the great city, which seemed a hundred miles away, reached them through the dense October air with a softened and muffled sound.
The evenings, however, were growing cool, and before long they lighted the first fire of the season in Mrs.Vivian's heavily draped little chimney-piece.

On this occasion Bernard sat there with Angela, watching the bright crackle of the wood and feeling that the charm of winter nights had begun.

These two young persons were alone together in the gathering dusk; it was the hour before dinner, before the lamp had been lighted.
"I insist upon making you my confession," said Bernard.