"
Gordon actually began to smile.
"It won't be long, I think; two or three weeks."
Angela made no answer to this; she fixed her eyes on the floor.
"I shall see Blanche as often as possible," she presently said.
"By all means! The more you see her the better you will understand me."
"I understand you very well now. But you have shaken me very much, and
you must leave me. I shall see you also--often."
Gordon took up his hat and stick; he saw that Bernard did not do the
same.
"And Bernard?" he exclaimed.
"I shall ask him to leave Paris," said Angela.
"Will you go?"
"I will do what Angela requests," said Bernard.
"You have heard what she requests; it 's for you to come now."
"Ah, you must at least allow me to take leave!" cried Bernard.
Gordon went to the door, and when he had opened it he stood for a while,
holding it and looking at his companions. Then--
"I assure you she won't be long!" he said to Angela, and rapidly passed
out.
The others stood silent till they heard the outer door of the apartment
close behind him.
"And now please to elucidate!" said Bernard, folding his arms.
Angela gave no answer for some moments; then she turned upon him a smile
which appeared incongruous, but which her words presently helped to
explain.
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