I suppose that was natural enough; but it won't be serious." "What will not be serious, my dear ?" asked Mrs.Vivian, who had come back to the drawing-room, and who, apparently, could not hear that the attribute in question was wanting in any direction, without some alarm.
"Shall I tell mamma, Bernard ?" said Angela.
"Ah, my dear child, I hope it 's nothing that threatens your mutual happiness," mamma murmured, with gentle earnestness.
"Does it threaten our mutual happiness, Bernard ?" the girl went on, smiling.
"Let Mrs.Vivian decide whether we ought to let it make us miserable," said Bernard.

"Dear Mrs.Vivian, you are a casuist, and this is a nice case." "Is it anything about poor Mr.Wright ?" the elder lady inquired.
"Why do you say 'poor' Mr.Wright ?" asked Bernard.
"Because I am sadly afraid he is not happy with Blanche." "How did you discover that--without seeing them together ?" "Well, perhaps you will think me very fanciful," said Mrs.Vivian; "but it was by the way he looked at Angela.

He has such an expressive face." "He looked at me very kindly, mamma," Angela observed.
"He regularly stared, my daughter.

In any one else I should have said it was rude.

But his situation is so peculiar; and one could see that he admired you still." And Mrs.Vivian gave a little soft sigh.
"Ah! she is thinking of the thirty thousand a year," Bernard said to himself.
"I am sure I hope he admires me still," the girl cried, laughing.