She 's very strange." Bernard's frown cleared away in a sudden, almost eager smile.
"Say at once that you dislike her! That will do capitally." Gordon shook his head, and he, too, almost smiled a little.
"It 's not true.

She 's very wonderful.

And if I did dislike her, I should struggle with it.

It would never do for me to dislike your wife!" After he had gone, when the night was half over, Bernard, lying awake a while, gave a laugh in the still darkness, as this last sentence came back to him.
On the morrow he saw Blanche, for he went to see Gordon.

The latter, at first, was not at home; but he had a quarter of an hour's talk with his wife, whose powers of conversation were apparently not in the smallest degree affected by anything that had occurred.
"I hope you enjoyed your visit to London," she said.