"That would
have been a beautiful result of your experiment."
"I should have seemed to you a rascal, perhaps, but I should have saved
you from a latent coquette. You would owe some thanks for that."
"And now you have n't saved me," said Gordon, with a simple air of
noting a fact.
"You assume--in spite of what I say--that she is a coquette!"
"I assume something because you evidently conceal something. I want the
whole truth."
Bernard turned back to the window with increasing irritation.
"If he wants the whole truth he shall have it," he said to himself.
He stood a moment in thought and then he looked at his companion again.
"I think she would marry you--but I don't think she cares for you."
Gordon turned a little pale, but he clapped his hands together.
"Very good," he exclaimed. "That 's exactly how I want you to speak."
"Her mother has taken a great fancy to your fortune and it has rubbed
off on the girl, who has made up her mind that it would be a pleasant
thing to have thirty thousand a year, and that her not caring for you is
an unimportant detail."
"I see--I see," said Gordon, looking at his friend with an air of
admiration for his frank and lucid way of putting things.
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