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Confidence

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1336    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

right had appealed. The two friends took long walks through the woods and over the mountains, and they mingled with human life in the crowded precincts of the Conversation-house. They en

talk took a more closely personal turn. It was a year since they had met, and there were many questions to ask and answer, many arrears of gossip to make up. As they stretched themselves on the grass on a sun-warmed hill-side, beneath a great German oak whose arms were quiet in the blue summer air, there was a lively exchange of impressions, opinions, speculations, anecdotes. Gordon Wright was surely an excellent friend. He took an interest in you. He asked no idle questions and made no vague professions; but he entered into your situation, he examined it in detail, and what he learned he never forgot. Months afterwards, he a

ut he was indisposed to press them. He felt that he should see for himself, and at a prospect of entertainment of this kind, his fancy always ki

" Gordon asked, after staring a whi

er you make use of the personal pronoun feminine,

Gordon; "but of course I

I may say, in answer to your question, that I am not

nk her face be

But how can I tell? I have

you and speaks-wait till

rectly. I hope she will!" Longueville went on. "But wh

Gordon Wright. "I don't really know a

is her

things for their money that they can't get at home. So they stay, you see. When they are at home they live in New York. They know some of my people there. When they are in Europe they live about in different places. Th

ard. "And little Miss Evers-what does she do in

its are. I have n't paid much atte

. "But you were certainly t

tally different from Angela Vivian-not nearly

ly, eh?" Bern

is not so wise

the Vivians, as kind as they are wise,

they offered to bring her with them. Mrs. Evers is an old friend of Mrs. Vivian, who, on leaving Italy, had come up to Dresden to be with her. They spent a month there together; Mrs. Evers

that Captain Lovelock c

ght stared

re I don

ted in that," said Bernard smil

called aristocratically connected-the younger

a cleve

h, but I doubt it. He is rather

of rakishness?" asked Bernard. "Hav

esitated

e experiments. I had made some arithmetical calcu

gave a l

ns you give for amusing yourse

he real reasons!" said G

ou were not afraid of being 'draw

ing may be. I go in, or I stay out; b

with Mrs. Vivian and her daugh

with them; I cam

d, "that distinction is unwor

d; I was not overmastered.

d you become very intimate w

seen them

Ah, don't say you were not fascinated!" crie

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“It was in the early days of April; Bernard Longueville had been spending the winter in Rome. He had travelled northward with the consciousness of several social duties that appealed to him from the further side of the Alps, but he was under the charm of the Italian spring, and he made a pretext for lingering. He had spent five days at Siena, where he had intended to spend but two, and still it was impossible to continue his journey. He was a young man of a contemplative and speculative turn, and this was his first visit to Italy, so that if he dallied by the way he should not be harshly judged. He had a fancy for sketching, and it was on his conscience to take a few pictorial notes. There were two old inns at Siena, both of them very shabby and very dirty. The one at which Longueville had taken up his abode was entered by a dark, pestiferous arch-way, surmounted by a sign which at a distance might have been read by the travellers as the Dantean injunction to renounce all hope. The other was not far off, and the day after his arrival, as he passed it, he saw two ladies going in who evidently belonged to the large fraternity of Anglo-Saxon tourists, and one of whom was young and carried herself very well.”