You look after
the others. You have made yourself very agreeable to them, and they like
you extremely."
"Ah," said Bernard, laughing, "if you are going to be coarse and
flattering, I collapse. If you are going to titillate my vanity, I
succumb."
"It won't be so disagreeable," Gordon observed, with an intention
vaguely humorous.
"Oh no, it won't be disagreeable. I will go to Mrs. Vivian every
morning, hat in hand, for my orders."
Gordon Wright, with his hands in his pockets and a meditative
expression, took several turns about the room.
"It will be a capital chance," he said, at last, stopping in front of
his companion.
"A chance for what?"
"A chance to arrive at a conclusion about my young friend."
Bernard gave a gentle groan.
"Are you coming back to that? Did n't I arrive at a conclusion long ago?
Did n't I tell you she was a delightful girl?"
"Do you call that a conclusion? The first comer could tell me that at
the end of an hour."
"Do you want me to invent something different?" Bernard asked. "I can't
invent anything better."
"I don't want you to invent anything. I only want you to observe her--to
study her in complete independence. You will have her to yourself--my
absence will leave you at liberty.
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