Blanche went away in a
flutter of ejaculations and protestations which left our three friends
in Mrs. Vivian's little drawing-room standing looking at each other as
the door closed behind her.
"It certainly would have been better taste in him to tell her,"
said Bernard, frowning, "and not let other people see how little
communication there is between them. It has mortified her."
"Poor Mr. Wright had his reasons," Mrs. Vivian suggested, and then she
ventured to explain: "He still cares for Angela, and it was painful to
him to talk about her marrying some one else."
This had been Bernard's own reflection, and it was no more agreeable as
Mrs. Vivian presented it; though Angela herself seemed indifferent to
it--seemed, indeed, not to hear it, as if she were thinking of something
else.
"We must simply marry as soon as possible; to-morrow, if necessary,"
said Bernard, with some causticity. "That 's the best thing we can do
for every one. When once Angela is married, Gordon will stop thinking
of her. He will never permit his imagination to hover about a married
woman; I am very sure of that. He does n't approve of that sort of
thing, and he has the same law for himself as for other people.
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