CHAPTER VII.
But on the following evening, Bernard again found himself seated in friendly colloquy with this interesting girl, while Gordon Wright discoursed with her mother on one side, and little Blanche Evers chattered to the admiring eyes of Captain Lovelock on the other.
"You and your mother are very kind to that little girl," our hero said; "you must be a great advantage to her." Angela Vivian directed her eyes to her neighbors, and let them rest a while on the young girl's little fidgeting figure and her fresh, coquettish face.

For some moments she said nothing, and to Longueville, turning over several things in his mind, and watching her, it seemed that her glance was one of disfavor.

He divined, he scarcely knew how, that her esteem for her pretty companion was small.
"I don't know that I am very kind," said Miss Vivian.

"I have done nothing in particular for her." "Mr.Wright tells me you came to this place mainly on her account." "I came for myself," said Miss Vivian.

"The consideration you speak of perhaps had weight with my mother." "You are not an easy person to say appreciative things to," Bernard rejoined.