The eye was a charming one; Bernard discovered in it, little by little, all sorts of things; and Miss Vivian was, for the present, simply a handsome, intelligent, smiling girl.

He gave her an opportunity to make an allusion to Siena; he said to her that his friend told him that she and her mother had been spending the winter in Italy.
"Oh yes," said Angela Vivian; "we were in the far south; we were five months at Sorrento." "And nowhere else ?" "We spent a few days in Rome.

We usually prefer the quiet places; that is my mother's taste." "It was not your mother's taste, then," said Bernard, "that brought you to Baden ?" She looked at him a moment.
"You mean that Baden is not quiet ?" Longueville glanced about at the moving, murmuring crowd, at the lighted windows of the Conversation-house, at the great orchestra perched up in its pagoda.
"This is not my idea of absolute tranquillity." "Nor mine, either," said Miss Vivian.

"I am not fond of absolute tranquillity." "How do you arrange it, then, with your mother ?" Again she looked at him a moment, with her clever, slightly mocking smile.
"As you see.

By making her come where I wish." "You have a strong will," said Bernard.