"
Angela stared; then, softly--
"Are you speaking of a divorce?"
"I believe that is what they call it," Gordon answered, gazing back at
her with his densely clouded blue eyes. "The lawyers do it for you; and
if she goes away with Lovelock, nothing will be more simple than for me
to have it arranged."
Angela stared, I say; and Bernard was staring, too. Then the latter,
turning away, broke out into a tremendous, irrepressible laugh.
Gordon looked at him a moment; then he said to Angela, with a deeper
tremor in his voice--
"He was my dearest friend."
"I never felt more devoted to you than at this moment!" Bernard
declared, smiling still.
Gordon had fixed his sombre eyes upon the girl again.
"Do you understand me now?"
Angela looked back at him for some instants.
"Yes," she murmured at last.
"And will you wait, and give me another chance?"
"Yes," she said, in the same tone.
Bernard uttered a quick exclamation, but Angela checked him with a
glance, and Gordon looked from one of them to the other.
"Can I trust you?" Gordon asked.
"I will make you happy," said Angela.
Bernard wondered what under the sun she meant; but he thought he might
safely add--
"I will abide by her choice.
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