"
"Her name is Angela," said Gordon; "but of course I can scarcely call
her that."
"It 's a beautiful name," Longueville rejoined; "but I may say, in
answer to your question, that I am not struck with the fact that her
face corresponds to it."
"You don't think her face beautiful, then?"
"I don't think it angelic. But how can I tell? I have only had a glimpse
of her."
"Wait till she looks at you and speaks--wait till she smiles," said
Gordon.
"I don't think I saw her smile--at least, not at me, directly. I hope
she will!" Longueville went on. "But who is she--this beautiful girl
with the beautiful name?"
"She is her mother's daughter," said Gordon Wright. "I don't really know
a great deal more about her than that."
"And who is her mother?"
"A delightful little woman, devoted to Miss Vivian. She is a widow, and
Angela is her only child. They have lived a great deal in Europe; they
have but a modest income. Over here, Mrs. Vivian says, they can get a
lot of 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. They are fond of Italy.
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