Mrs. Vivian was delicately cordial.
"I was sure it was you," said Gordon at last. "We were just talking of
you."
"Did Mr. Longueville deny it was we?" asked Mrs. Vivian, archly; "after
we had supposed that we had made an impression on him!"
"I knew you were in Paris--we were in the act of talking of you," Gordon
went on. "I am very glad to see you."
Bernard had shaken hands with Angela, looking at her intently; and in
her eyes, as his own met them, it seemed to him that there was a gleam
of mockery. At whom was she mocking--at Gordon, or at himself? Bernard
was uncomfortable enough not to care to be mocked; but he felt even more
sorry that Gordon should be.
"We also knew you were coming--Mr. Longueville had told us," said Mrs.
Vivian; "and we have been expecting the pleasure of seeing Blanche. Dear
little Blanche!"
"Dear little Blanche will immediately come and see you," Gordon replied.
"Immediately, we hope," said Mrs. Vivian. "We shall be so very glad."
Bernard perceived that she wished to say something soothing and
sympathetic to poor Gordon; having it, as he supposed, on her
conscience that, after having once encouraged him to regard himself
as indispensable (in the capacity of son-in-law) to her happiness,
she should now present to him the spectacle of a felicity which had
established itself without his aid.
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