"
"And why did you come here?"
"It would be graceful of me to be able to answer--'Because I knew you
were here.' But unfortunately I did not know it. It was a mere chance;
or rather, I feel like saying it was an inspiration."
Angela looked at the geraniums again.
"It was very singular," she said. "We might have been in so many places
besides this one. And you might have come to so many places besides this
one."
"It is all the more singular, that one of the last persons I saw in
America was your charming friend Blanche, who married Gordon Wright. She
did n't tell me you were here."
"She had no reason to know it," said the girl. "She is not my friend--as
you are her husband's friend."
"Ah no, I don't suppose that. But she might have heard from you."
"She does n't hear from us. My mother used to write to her for a while
after she left Europe, but she has given it up." She paused a moment,
and then she added--"Blanche is too silly!"
Bernard noted this, wondering how it bore upon his theory of a spiteful
element in his companion. Of course Blanche was silly; but, equally of
course, this young lady's perception of it was quickened by Blanche's
having married a rich man whom she herself might have married.
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