Vivian. "My own Mrs. Vivian," she cried, "is she
married?"
"My dear Blanche," said Bernard, coming forward, "has not Gordon told
you? Angela and I are not married, but we hope to be before long. Gordon
only knew it this morning; we ourselves have only known it a short time.
There is no mystery about it, and we only want your congratulations."
"Well, I must say you have been very quiet about it!" cried Blanche.
"When I was engaged, I wrote you all a letter."
"By Jove, she wrote to me!" observed Captain Lovelock.
Angela went to her and kissed her.
"Your husband does n't seem to have explained me very successfully!"
Mrs. Gordon held Bernard's intended for a moment at arm's length, with
both her hands, looking at her with eyes of real excitement and wonder.
Then she folded her in a prolonged, an exaggerated, embrace.
"Why did n't he tell me--why did n't he tell me?" she presently began.
"He has had all day to tell me, and it was very cruel of him to let
me come here without knowing it. Could anything be more absurd--more
awkward? You don't think it 's awkward--you don't mind it? Ah well, you
are very good! But I like it, Angela--I like it extremely, immensely.
I think it 's delightful, and I wonder it never occurred to me.
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