Captain Lovelock got up as well; Bernard heard him knock over his little gilded chair.

There was a pause, during which Blanche went through a little mute exhibition of amazement and pleasure.

Bernard turned round, to receive half a dozen quick questions.
"What are you hiding away for?
What are you blushing for?
I never saw you do anything like that before! Why do you look so strange, and what are you making me say?
Angela, is it true--is there something like that ?" Without waiting for the answer to this last question, Blanche threw herself upon Mrs.Vivian.

"My own Mrs.Vivian," she cried, "is she married ?" "My dear Blanche," said Bernard, coming forward, "has not Gordon told you?
Angela and I are not married, but we hope to be before long.

Gordon only knew it this morning; we ourselves have only known it a short time.
There is no mystery about it, and we only want your congratulations." "Well, I must say you have been very quiet about it!" cried Blanche.
"When I was engaged, I wrote you all a letter." "By Jove, she wrote to me!" observed Captain Lovelock.
Angela went to her and kissed her.
"Your husband does n't seem to have explained me very successfully!" Mrs.Gordon held Bernard's intended for a moment at arm's length, with both her hands, looking at her with eyes of real excitement and wonder.
Then she folded her in a prolonged, an exaggerated, embrace.
"Why did n't he tell me--why did n't he tell me ?" she presently began.
"He has had all day to tell me, and it was very cruel of him to let me come here without knowing it.