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ou　were　here。〃

〃She　had　no　reason　to　know　it；〃　said　the　girl。　　〃She　is　not　my　friend　as　you　are　her　husband's　friend。〃

〃Ah　no；　I　don't　suppose　that。　　But　she　might　have　heard　from　you。〃

〃She　does　n't　hear　from　us。　　My　mother　used　to　write　to　her　for　a　while　after　she　left　Europe；　but　she　has　given　it　up。〃　She　paused　a　moment；　and　then　she　added〃Blanche　is　too　silly！〃

Bernard　noted　this；　wondering　how　it　bore　upon　his　theory　of　a　spiteful　element　in　his　companion。　　Of　course　Blanche　was　silly；　but；　equally　of　course；　this　young　lady's　perception　of　it　was　quickened　by　Blanche's　having　married　a　rich　man　whom　she　herself　might　have　married。

〃Gordon　does　n't　think　so；〃　Bernard　said。

Angela　looked　at　him　a　moment。

〃I　am　very　glad　to　hear　it；〃　she　rejoined；　gently。

〃Yes；　it　is　very　fortunate。〃

〃Is　he　well？〃　the　girl　asked。　　〃Is　he　happy？〃

〃He　has　all　the　air　of　it。〃

〃I　am　very　glad　to　hear　it；〃　she　repeated。　　And　then　she　moved　the　latch　of　the　gate　and　passed　in。　　At　the　same　moment　her　mother　appeared　in　the　open　door…way。　Mrs。　Vivian　had　apparently　been　summoned　by　the　sound　of　her　daughter's　colloquy　with　an　unrecognized　voice；　and　when　she　saw　Bernard　she　gave　a　sharp　little　cry　of　surprise。　Then　she　stood　gazing　at　him。

Since　the　dispersion　of　the　little　party　at　Baden…Baden　he　had　not　devoted　much　meditation　to　this　conscientious　gentlewoman　who　had　been　so　tenderly　anxious　to　establish　her　daughter　properly　in　life；　but　there　had　been　in　his　mind　a　tacit　assumption　that　if　Angela　deemed　that　he　had　played　her　a　trick　Mrs。　Vivian's　view　of　his　conduct　was　not　more　charitable。　　He　felt　that　he　must　have　seemed　to　her　very　unkind；　and　that　in　so　far　as　a　well…regulated　conscience　permitted　the　exercise　of　unpractical　passions；　she　honored　him　with　a　superior　detestation。　The　instant　he　beheld　her　on　her　threshold　this　conviction　rose　to　the　surface　of　his　consciousness　and　made　him　feel　that　now；　at　least；　his　hour　had　come。

〃It　is　Mr。　Longueville；　whom　we　met　at　Baden；〃　said　Angela　to　her　mother；　gravely。

Mrs。　Vivian　began　to　smile；　and　stepped　down　quickly　toward　the　gate。

〃Ah；　Mr。　Longueville；〃　she　murmured；　〃it　's　so　longit　's　so　pleasant　it　's　so　strange〃

And　suddenly　she　stopped；　still　smiling。　　Her　smile　had　an　odd　intensity；　she　was　trembling　a　little；　and　Bernard；　who　was　prepared　for　hissing　scorn；　perceived　with　a　deep；　an　almost　violent；　surprise；　a　touching　agitation；　an　eager　friendliness。

〃Yes；　it　's　very　long；〃　he　said；　〃it　's　very　pleasant。　I　have　only　just　arrived；　I　met　Miss　Vivian。〃

〃And　you　are　not　coming　in？〃　asked　Angela's　mother；　very　graciously。

〃Your　daughter　has　not　asked　me！〃　said　Bernard。

〃Ah；　my　dearest；〃　murmured　Mrs。　Vivian；　looking　at　the　girl。

Her　daughter　returned　her　glance；　and　then　the　elder　lady　paused　again；　and　simply　began　to　smile　at　Bernard；　who　recognized　in　her　glance　that　queer　little　intimationshy　and　cautious；　yet　perfectly　discernible　of　a　desire　to　have　a　private　understanding　with　what　he　felt　that　she　mentally　termed　his　better　nature；　which　he　had　more　than　once　perceived　at　Baden…Baden。

〃Ah　no；　she　has　not　asked　me；〃　Bernard　repeated；　laughing　gently。

Then　Angela　turned　her　eyes　upon　him；　and　the　expression　of　those　fine　organs　was　strikingly　agreeable。　　It　had；　moreover；　the　merit　of　being　easily　interpreted；　it　said　very　plainly；　〃Please　don't　insist；　but　leave　me　alone。〃　　And　it　said　it　not　at　all　sharplyvery　gently　and　pleadingly。　Bernard　found　himself　understanding　it　so　well　that　he　literally　blushed　with　intelligence。

〃Don't　you　come　to　the　Casino　in　the　evening；　as　you　used　to　come　to　the　Kursaal？〃　he　asked。

Mrs。　Vivian　looked　again　at　her　daughter；　who　had　passed　into　the　door…way　of　the　cottage；　then　she　said

〃We　will　go　this　evening。〃

〃I　shall　look　for　you　eagerly；〃　Bernard　rejoined。　　〃Auf　wiedersehen；　as　we　used　to　say　at　Baden！〃

Mrs。　Vivian　waved　him　a　response　over　the　gate；　her　daughter　gave　him　a　glance　from　the　threshold；　and　he　took　his　way　back　to　his　inn。

He　awaited　the　evening　with　great　impatience；　he　fancied　he　had　made　a　discovery；　and　he　wished　to　confirm　it。　The　discovery　was　that　his　idea　that　she　bore　him　a　grudge；　that　she　was　conscious　of　an　injury；　that　he　was　associated　in　her　mind　with　a　wrong；　had　all　been　a　morbid　illusion。　She　had　forgiven；　she　had　forgotten；　she　did　n't　care；　she　had　possibly　never　cared！　　This；　at　least；　was　his　theory　now；　and　he　longed　for　a　little　more　light　upon　it。　His　old　sense　of　her　being　a　complex　and　intricate　girl　had；　in　that　quarter　of　an　hour　of　talk　with　her；　again　become　lively；　so　that　he　was　not　absolutely　sure　his　apprehensions　had　been　vain。　But；　with　his　quick　vision　of　things；　he　had　got　the　impression；　at　any　rate；　that　she　had　no　vulgar　resentment　of　any　slight　he　might　have　put　upon　her；　or　any　disadvantage　he　might　have　caused　her。　Her　feeling　about　such　a　matter　would　be　large　and　original。　Bernard　desired　to　see　more　of　that；　and　in　the　evening；　in　fact；　it　seemed　to　him　that　he　did　so。

The　terrace　of　the　Casino　was　far　from　offering　the　brilliant　spectacle　of　the　promenade　in　front　of　the　gaming…rooms　at　Baden。　It　had　neither　the　liberal　illumination；　the　distinguished　frequenters；　nor　the　superior　music　which　formed　the　attraction　of　that　celebrated　spot；　but　it　had　a　modest　animation　of　its　own；　in　which　the　starlight　on　the　open　sea　took　the　place　of　clustered　lamps；　and　the　mighty　resonance　of　the　waves　performed　the　function　of　an　orchestra。　Mrs。　Vivian　made　her　appearance　with　her　daughter；　and　Bernard；　as　he　used　to　do　at　Baden；　chose　a　corner　to　place　some　chairs　for　them。　The　crowd　was　small；　for　most　of　the　visitors　had　compressed　themselves　into　one　of　the　rooms；　where　a　shrill　operetta　was　being　performed　by　a　strolling　troupe。　　Mrs。　Vivian's　visit　was　a　short　one；　she　remained　at　the　Casino　less　than　half　an　hour。　　But　Bernard　had　some　talk　with　Angela。　　He　sat　beside　herher　mother　was　on　the　other　side；　talking　with　an　old　French　lady　whose　acquaintance　she　had　made　on　the　beach。　　Between　Bernard　and　Angela　several　things　were　said。　When　his　friends　went　away　Bernard　walked　home　with　them。　He　bade　them　good…night　at　the　door　of　their　chalet；　and　then　slowly　strolled　back　to　the　Casino。　　The　terrace　was　nearly　empty；　every　one　had　gone　to　listen　to　the　operetta；　the　sound　of　whose　contemporary　gayety　came　through　the　open；　hot…looking　windows　in　little　thin　quavers　and　catches。　　The　ocean　was　rumbling　just　beneath；　it　made　a　ruder　but　richer　music。　　Bernard　stood　looking　at　it　a　moment；　then　he　went　down　the　steps　to　the　beach。　　The　tide　was　rather　low；　he　walked　slowly　down　to　the　line　of　the　breaking　waves。　The　sea　looked　huge　and　black　and　simple；　everything　was　vague　in　the　unassisted　darkness。　　Bernard　stood　there　some　time；　there　was　nothing　but　the　sound　and　the　sharp；　fresh　smell。　Suddenly　he　put　his　hand　to　his　heart；　it　was　beating　very　fast。　An　immense　conviction　had　come　over　himabruptly；　then　and　there　and　for　a　moment　he　held　his　breath。　　It　was　like　a　word　spoken　in　the　darknesshe　held　his　breath　to　listen。　　He　was　in　love　with　Angela　Vivian；　and　his　love　was　a　throbbing　passion！　He　sat　down　on　the　stones　where　he　stoodit　filled　him　with　a　kind　of　awe。






CHAPTER　XXI

It　filled　him　with　a　kind　of　awe；　and　the　feeling　was　by　no　means　agreeable。　　It　was　not　a　feeling　to　which　even　a　man　of　Bernard　Longueville's　easy　power　of　extracting　the　savour　from　a　sensation　could　rapidly　habituate　himself；　and　for　the　rest　of　that　night　it　was　far　from　making　of　our　hero　the　happy　man　that　a　lover　just　coming　to　self…consciousness　is　supposed　to　be。　It　was　wrongit　was　dishonorableit　was　impossibleand　yet　it　was；　it　was；　as　nothing　in　his　own　personal　experience　had　ever　been。　He　seemed　hitherto　to　have　been　living　by　proxy；　in　a　vision；　in　reflectionto　have　been　an　echo；　a　shadow；　a　futile　attempt；　but　this　at　last　was　life　itself；　this　was　a　fact；　this　was　reality。　For　these　things　one　lived；　these　were　the　things　that　people　had　died　for。　　Love　had　been　a　fable　before　this　doubtless　a　very　pretty　one；　and　passion　had　been　a　literary　phraseemployed　obviously　with　considerable　effect。　But　now　he　stood　in　a　personal　relation　to　these　familiar　ideas；　which　gave　them　a　very　much　keener　import；　they　had　laid　their　hand　upon　him　in　the　darkness；　he　felt　it　upon　his　shoulder；　and　he　knew　by　its　pressure　that　it　was　the　hand　of　destiny。　What　made　this　sensation　a　shock　was　the　element　that　was　mixed　with　it；　the　fact　that　it　came　not　simply　and　singly；　but　with　an　attendant　shadow　in　which　it　immediately　merged　and　lost　itself。　It　was　forbidden　fruithe　knew　it　the　instant　he　had　touched　it。　He　felt　that　he　had　pledged　himself　not　to　do　just　this　thing　which　was　gleaming　before　him　so　divinelynot　to　widen　the　crevice；　not　to　open　the　door　that　would　flood　him　with　light。　Friendship　and　honor　were　at　stake；　they　stood　at　his　left　hand；　as　his　new…born　passion　stood　already　at　his　right；　they　claimed　him　as　well；　and　their　grasp　had　a　pressure　which　might　become　acutely　painful。　　The　soul　is　a　still　more　tender　organism　than　the　body；　and　it　shrinks　from　the　prospect　of　being　subjected　to　violence