I believed that you were ready to marry him, and yet I saw--I thought I saw--" and Bernard paused again.
"What did you see ?" and Angela turned toward him.
"That you were encouraging me--playing with me." "And you did n't like that ?" "I liked it immensely--for myself! But did n't like it for Gordon; and I must do myself the justice to say that I thought more of him than of myself." "You were an excellent friend," said Angela, simply.
"I believe I was.

And I am so still," Bernard added.
She shook her head sadly.
"Poor Mr.Wright!" "He is a dear good fellow," said Bernard.
"Thoroughly good, and dear, doubtless to his wife, the affectionate Blanche." "You don't like him--you don't like her," said Bernard.
"Those are two very different matters.

I am very sorry for Mr.Wright." "You need n't be that.

He is doing very well." "So you have already informed me.

But I am sorry for him, all the same." "That does n't answer my question," Bernard exclaimed, with a certain irritation.