The
little door stood wide open.
"This is where we live," said Angela; and she stopped and laid her hand
upon the little garden-gate.
"It 's very fair," said Bernard. "I think it 's better than the
pastry-cook's at Baden."
They stood there, and she looked over the gate at the geraniums. She did
not ask him to come in; but, on the other hand, keeping the gate closed,
she made no movement to leave him. The Casino was now quite out of
sight, and the whole place was perfectly still. Suddenly, turning her
eyes upon Bernard with a certain strange inconsequence--
"I have not seen you here before," she observed.
He gave a little laugh.
"I suppose it 's because I only arrived this morning. I think that if I
had been here you would have noticed me."
"You arrived this morning?"
"Three or four hours ago. So, if the remark were not in questionable
taste, I should say we had not lost time."
"You may say what you please," said Angela, simply. "Where did you come
from?"
Interrogation, now it had come, was most satisfactory, and Bernard
was glad to believe that there was an element of the unexpected in his
answer.
"From California."
"You came straight from California to this place?"
"I arrived at Havre only yesterday.
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