Angela has been wonderful," Mrs.
Vivian declared.
"You should have seen mamma with Blanche," her daughter said, smiling.
"It was most remarkable." Mrs.Vivian smiled, too, very gently.
"Dear little Blanche! Captain Lovelock has gone to London." "Yes, he thinks it a beastly hole.

Ah, no," Bernard added, "I have got it wrong." But it little mattered.

Late that night, on his return to his own rooms, Bernard sat gazing at his fire.

He had not begun to undress; he was thinking of a good many things.

He was in the midst of his reflections when there came a rap at his door, which the next moment was flung open.
Gordon Wright stood there, looking at him--with a gaze which Bernard returned for a moment before bidding him to come in.