Confidence

ith this interesting girl, while Gordon Wright discoursed with her mother on one side,

that little girl," our hero said; "y

h, coquettish face. For some moments she said nothing, and to Longueville, turning over several things in his mind, and watching her

d," said Miss Vivian. "I have do

ou came to this place

an. "The consideration you speak of

ive things to," Bernard rejoined. "One is te

red as she listened

rmured, looking away. Then, "Set

. To what else could one possibly att

hing else. One

rd exclaimed. "You won't eve

r you should r

speech that it leaves

Miss Vivian

. "They don't care in the least to say things that might help a person

to say agreeable things

him. "They wish to appear agreeable and get credit for cleverness and ten

d deal amused, an

a fondness for producing a bad impres

upon her fan for a moment

resigning themselves

oved to extre

hat pu

or a purpose," said Miss Vi

an odious

ous. But women meet them. Me

sities; but they are not odious ones!" And Bernard adde

ecessity," said Angela Vivian

nhances the c

n, doub

through a sort of mist of music and talk, and of powdery light projected from the softly lurid windows of the

ars; and if she had not already proved herself a young lady of a contradictory turn, it might

eing disagreeable-for a purpose?" asked Longueville,

reeable; she is too

mean too

y wise; but she has no pretensions-absolutely none-

ion! I suppose one ought

more easily without t

that coming

at him a mo

ond of Blanc

s rather fond of he

rl ass

cinated-he is very mu

n to make an int

other and I are g

he a goo

n't a penny, I believe, and he has very expensive hab

d for the young

che can take care of herself, and that she must stay at M

, "doubtless Blanche ca

panion said nothing;

girl ought to

you are!" s

had time to speak, her mother's little, clear, conciliatory voice interpo

hat delightful course of lectures that we heard in Geneva, on-wh

lushed a

his name, mamma," she sa

ll talk them over. I wish Mr. Wright to

nvert him to pagan

. She stood looking at Bernard Longueville; he saw she was annoyed at her mother's interference. "Every now and then," s

ty; he was charmed with her not wishing

ho had been listening, and she invited t

rnard was pleased with his position; and, as he walked with her through the lighted and crowded rooms, where they soon detached themselves from their companions, he felt that peculiar satisfaction which best expresses itself in silence. Angela looked a while at the rows of still, attentive faces, fixed upon the luminous green circle, across which little heaps of louis d'or were being pushed to and fro, and she continued to say nothing. Then at last she exclaimed simply, "Come away!" They turned away and passed into another chamber, in whic

ognize me?" Bernar

gnize

to forget our m

of the room which caused her to shift her glance. A green velvet portiere suspended in one of the door-ways-not that through which

cried Gordon, in hi

an as an interruption, and Bernard