One of the terraces had a high parapet,
against which Angela was leaning, looking across the valley. Mrs. Vivian
was not at first in sight, but Bernard presently perceived her seated
under a tree with Victor Cousin in her hand. As Bernard approached the
young girl, Angela, who had not seen him, turned round.
"Don't move," he said. "You were just in the position in which I painted
your portrait at Siena."
"Don't speak of that," she answered.
"I have never understood," said Bernard, "why you insist upon ignoring
that charming incident."
She resumed for a moment her former position, and stood looking at the
opposite hills.
"That 's just how you were--in profile--with your head a little thrown
back."
"It was an odious incident!" Angela exclaimed, rapidly changing her
attitude.
Bernard was on the point of making a rejoinder, but he thought of Gordon
Wright and held his tongue. He presently told her that he intended to
leave Baden on the morrow.
They were walking toward her mother. She looked round at him quickly.
"Where are you going?"
"To Paris," he said, quite at hazard; for he had not in the least
determined where to go.
"To Paris--in the month of August?" And she gave a little laugh.
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