Then Angela turned her eyes upon him, and the expression of those fine
organs was strikingly agreeable. It had, moreover, the merit of being
easily interpreted; it said very plainly, "Please don't insist, but
leave me alone." And it said it not at all sharply--very gently and
pleadingly. Bernard found himself understanding it so well that he
literally blushed with intelligence.
"Don't you come to the Casino in the evening, as you used to come to the
Kursaal?" he asked.
Mrs. Vivian looked again at her daughter, who had passed into the
door-way of the cottage; then she said--
"We will go this evening."
"I shall look for you eagerly," Bernard rejoined. "Auf wiedersehen, as
we used to say at Baden!"
Mrs. Vivian waved him a response over the gate, her daughter gave him a
glance from the threshold, and he took his way back to his inn.
He awaited the evening with great impatience; he fancied he had made a
discovery, and he wished to confirm it. The discovery was that his idea
that she bore him a grudge, that she was conscious of an injury, that he
was associated in her mind with a wrong, had all been a morbid illusion.
She had forgiven, she had forgotten, she did n't care, she had possibly
never cared! This, at least, was his theory now, and he longed for a
little more light upon it.
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