Blanche went away in a flutter of ejaculations and protestations which left our three friends in Mrs.Vivian's little drawing-room standing looking at each other as the door closed behind her.
"It certainly would have been better taste in him to tell her," said Bernard, frowning, "and not let other people see how little communication there is between them.

It has mortified her." "Poor Mr.Wright had his reasons," Mrs.Vivian suggested, and then she ventured to explain: "He still cares for Angela, and it was painful to him to talk about her marrying some one else." This had been Bernard's own reflection, and it was no more agreeable as Mrs.Vivian presented it; though Angela herself seemed indifferent to it--seemed, indeed, not to hear it, as if she were thinking of something else.
"We must simply marry as soon as possible; to-morrow, if necessary," said Bernard, with some causticity.

"That 's the best thing we can do for every one.

When once Angela is married, Gordon will stop thinking of her.

He will never permit his imagination to hover about a married woman; I am very sure of that.