Hang it, sir," Gordon declared, "I
should think you would like it!"
"Damn it, sir, you 're delicious!" Bernard answered; and he broke into
an irrepressible laugh. "I don't suppose it 's for my pleasure that you
suggest the arrangement."
Gordon took a turn about the room again.
"No, it 's for mine. At least, it 's for my benefit."
"For your benefit?"
"I have got all sorts of ideas--I told you the other day. They are all
mixed up together and I want a fresh impression."
"My impressions are never fresh," Bernard replied.
"They would be if you had a little good-will--if you entered a little
into my dilemma." The note of reproach was so distinct in these words
that Bernard stood staring. "You never take anything seriously," his
companion went on.
Bernard tried to answer as seriously as possible.
"Your dilemma seems to me of all dilemmas the strangest."
"That may be; but different people take things differently. Don't you
see," Gordon went on with a sudden outbreak of passion--"don't you
see that I am horribly divided in mind? I care immensely for Angela
Vivian--and yet--and yet--I am afraid of her."
"Afraid of her?"
"I am afraid she 's cleverer than I--that she would be a difficult wife;
that she might do strange things.
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