re. When we first came we had some very disagreeable
rooms, and as soon as he arrived he found us some excellent ones--that
were less expensive. And then, Mr. Longueville," she added, with a
soft, sweet emphasis which should properly have contradicted the idea
of audacity, but which, to Bernard's awakened sense, seemed really to
impart a vivid color to it, "he was also the cause of your joining our
little party."

"Oh, among his services that should never be forgotten. You should set
up a tablet to commemorate it, in the wall of the Kursaal!--The wicked
little woman!" Bernard mentally subjoined.

Mrs. Vivian appeared quite unruffled by his sportive sarcasm, and she
continued to enumerate her obligations to Gordon Wright.

"There are so many ways in which a gentleman can be of assistance to
three poor lonely women, especially when he is at the same time so
friendly and so delicate as Mr. Wright. I don't know what we should have
done without him, and I feel as if every one ought to know it. He seems
like a very old friend. My daughter and I quite worship him. I will not
conceal from you that when I saw you coming through the grounds a short
time ago without him I was very much disappointed. I hope he is not
ill."

Bernard sat listening, with his eyes on the ground.

"Oh no, he is simply at home writing letters."

Mrs. Vivian was silent a moment.

"I suppose he has a very large correspondence."

"I really don't know. Just now that I am with him he has a smaller one
than usual."

"Ah yes. When you are separated I suppose you write volumes to each
other. But he must have a great many business letters."

"It is very likely," said Bernard. "And if he has, you may be sure he
writes them."

"Order and method!" Mrs. Vivian exclaimed. "With his immense property
those virtues are necessary."

Bernard glanced at her a moment.

"My dear Lovelock," he said to himself, "you are not such a fool as you
seem.--Gordon's virtues are always necessary, doubtless," he went on.
"But should you say his property was immense?"

Mrs. Vivian made a delicate little movement of deprecation. "Oh, don't
ask me to say! I know nothing about it; I only supposed he was rich."

"He is rich; but he is not a Croesus."

"Oh, you fashionable young men have a standard of luxury!" said Mrs.
Vivian, with a little laugh. "To a poverty-stricken widow such a fortune
as Mr. Wright's seems magnificent."

"Don't call me such horrible names!" exclaim