"
For a moment his companion said nothing; then she exclaimed--
"It 's what a girl ought to be able to do!"
"I am sure you are!" said Bernard.
She met his eyes, and she was going to make some rejoinder; but before
she had time to speak, her mother's little, clear, conciliatory voice
interposed. Mrs. Vivian appealed to her daughter, as she had done the
night before.
"Dear Angela, what was the name of the gentleman who delivered that
delightful course of lectures that we heard in Geneva, on--what was the
title?--'The Redeeming Features of the Pagan Morality.'"
Angela flushed a little.
"I have quite forgotten his name, mamma," she said, without looking
round.
"Come and sit by me, my dear, and we will talk them over. I wish Mr.
Wright to hear about them," Mrs. Vivian went on.
"Do you wish to convert him to paganism?" Bernard asked.
"The lectures were very dull; they had no redeeming features," said
Angela, getting up, but turning away from her mother. She stood
looking at Bernard Longueville; he saw she was annoyed at her mother's
interference. "Every now and then," she said, "I take a turn through
the gaming-rooms. The last time, Captain Lovelock went with me. Will you
come to-night?"
Bernard assented with expressive alacrity; he was charmed with her not
wishing to break off her conversation with him.
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