CHAPTER XXV.
Gordon took his arm and they gained the street; they strolled in the direction of the Champs Elysees.
"For a little exercise and a good deal of talk, it 's the pleasantest place," said Gordon.

"I have a good deal to say; I have a good deal to ask you." Bernard felt the familiar pressure of his friend's hand, as it rested on his arm, and it seemed to him never to have lain there with so heavy a weight.

It held him fast--it held him to account; it seemed a physical symbol of responsibility.

Bernard was not re-assured by hearing that Gordon had a great deal to say, and he expected a sudden explosion of bitterness on the subject of Blanche's irremediable triviality.

The afternoon was a lovely one--the day was a perfect example of the mellowest mood of autumn.