manner in which she had received him the
day before. After he had been there five minutes, Mrs. Vivian took a
decanter of water that was standing upon a table and went out on the
balcony to irrigate her flowers. Bernard watched her a while from his
place in the room; then she moved along the balcony and out of sight.
Some ten minutes elapsed without her re-appearing, and then Bernard
stepped to the threshold of the window and looked for her. She was not
there, and as he came and took his seat near Angela again, he announced,
rather formally, that Mrs. Vivian had passed back into one of the other
windows.
Angela was silent a moment--then she said--
"Should you like me to call her?"
She was very peculiar--that was very true; yet Bernard held to his
declaration of the day before that he now understood her a little.
"No, I don't desire it," he said. "I wish to see you alone; I have
something particular to say to you."
She turned her face toward him, and there was something in its
expression that showed him that he looked to her more serious than he
had ever looked. He sat down again; for some moments he hesitated to go
on.
"You frighten me," she said laughing; and in spite of her laugh this was
obviously true.
"I assure you my state of mind is anything but formidable. I am afraid
of you, on the contrary; I am humble and apologetic."
"I am sorry for that," said Angela. "I particularly dislike receiving
apologies, even when I know what they are for. What yours are for, I
can't imagine."
"You don't dislike me--you don't hate me?" Bernard suddenly broke out.
"You don't ask me that humbly. Excuse me therefore if I say I have
other, and more practical, things to do."
"You despise me," said Bernard.
"That is not humble either, for you seem to insist upon it."
"It would be after all a way of thinking of me, and I have a reason for
wishing you to do that."
"I remember very well that you used to have a reason for everything. It
was not always a good one."
"This one is excellent," said Bernard, gravely. "I have been in love
with you for three years."
She got up slowly, turning away.
"Is that what you wished to say to me?"
She went toward the open window, and he followed her.
"I hope it does n't offend you. I don't say it lightly--it 's not a
piece of gallantry. It 's the very truth of my being. I did n't know it
till lately--strange as that may seem. I loved you long before I knew
it--befo
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