Gordon came in and
came up to him; then he held out his hand. Bernard took it with great
satisfaction; his last feeling had been that he was very weary of this
ridiculous quarrel, and it was an extreme relief to find it was over.
"It was very good of you to go to London," said Gordon, looking at him
with all the old serious honesty of his eyes.
"I have always tried to do what I could to oblige you," Bernard
answered, smiling.
"You must have cursed me over there," Gordon went on.
"I did, a little. As you were cursing me here, it was permissible."
"That 's over now," said Gordon. "I came to welcome you back. It seemed
to me I could n't lay my head on my pillow without speaking to you."
"I am glad to get back," Bernard admitted, smiling still. "I can't
deny that. And I find you as I believed I should." Then he added,
seriously--"I knew Angela would keep us good friends."
For a moment Gordon said nothing. Then, at last--
"Yes, for that purpose it did n't matter which of us should marry her.
If it had been I," he added, "she would have made you accept it."
"Ah, I don't know!" Bernard exclaimed.
"I am sure of it," said Gordon earnestly--almost argumentatively. "She
's an extraordinary woman.
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