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arch。 His ideas had taken a practical shape； and he had distributed money very freely among the investigating classes； after which he had gone to spend a couple of years in Germany； supposing it to be the land of laboratories。 Here we find him at present； cultivating relations with several learned bodies and promoting the study of various tough branches of human knowledge； by paying the expenses of difficult experiments。 The experiments； it must be added； were often of his own making； and he must have the honor of whatever brilliancy attaches； in the estimation of the world； to such pursuits。 It was not； indeed； a brilliancy that dazzled Bernard Longueville； who； however； was not easily dazzled by anything。 It was because he regarded him in so plain and direct a fashion； that Bernard had an affection for his friendan affection to which it would perhaps be difficult to assign a definite cause。 Personal sympathies are doubtless caused by something； but the causes are remote； mysterious to our daily vision； like those of the particular state of the weather。 We content ourselves with remarking that it is fine or that it rains； and the enjoyment of our likes and dislikes is by no means apt to borrow its edge from the keenness of our analysis。 Longueville had a relish for fine qualitysuperior savour； and he was sensible of this merit in the simple； candid； manly； affectionate nature of his comrade； which seemed to him an excellent thing of its kind。 Gordon Wright had a tender heart and a strong will a combination which； when the understanding is not too limited； is often the motive of admirable actions。 There might sometimes be a question whether Gordon's understanding were sufficiently unlimited； but the impulses of a generous temper often play a useful part in filling up the gaps of an incomplete imagination； and the general impression that Wright produced was certainly that of intelligent good…nature。 The reasons for appreciating Bernard Longueville were much more manifest。 He pleased superficially； as well as fundamentally。 Nature had sent him into the world with an armful of good gifts。 He was very good…lookingtall； dark； agile； perfectly finished； so good…looking that he might have been a fool and yet be forgiven。 As has already been intimated； however； he was far from being a fool。 He had a number of talents； which； during three or four years that followed his leaving college； had received the discipline of the study of the law。 He had not made much of the law； but he had made something of his talents。 He was almost always spoken of as 〃accomplished；〃 people asked why he did n't do something。 This question was never satisfactorily answered； the feeling being that Longueville did more than many people in causing it to be asked。 Moreover； there was one thing he did constantly he enjoyed himself。 This is manifestly not a career； and it has been said at the outset that he was not attached to any of the recognized professions。 But without going into details； he was a charming fellowclever； urbane； free…handed； and with that fortunate quality in his appearance which is known as distinction。
CHAPTER III
He had not specified； in writing to Gordon Wright； the day on which he should arrive at Baden…Baden； it must be confessed that he was not addicted to specifying days。 He came to his journey's end in the evening； and； on presenting himself at the hotel from which his friend had dated his letter； he learned that Gordon Wright had betaken himself after dinner； according to the custom of Baden…Baden； to the grounds of the Conversation…house。 It was eight o'clock； and Longueville； after removing the stains of travel； sat down to dine。 His first impulse had been to send for Gordon to come and keep him company at his repast； but on second thought he determined to make it as brief as possible。 Having brought it to a close； he took his way to the Kursaal。 The great German watering…place is one of the prettiest nooks in Europe； and of a summer evening in the gaming days； five…and…twenty years ago； it was one of the most brilliant scenes。 The lighted windows of the great temple of hazard （of as chaste an architecture as if it had been devoted to a much purer divinity） opened wide upon the gardens and groves； the little river that issues from the bosky mountains of the Black Forest flowed； with an air of brook…like innocence； past the expensive hotels and lodging…houses； the orchestra； in a high pavilion on the terrace of the Kursaal； played a discreet accompaniment to the conversation of the ladies and gentlemen who； scattered over the large expanse on a thousand little chairs； preferred for the time the beauties of nature to the shuffle of coin and the calculation of chance； while the faint summer stars；
twinkling above the vague black hills and woods； looked down at the indifferent groups without venturing to drop their light upon them。
Longueville； noting all this； went straight into the gaming…rooms； he was curious to see whether his friend； being fond of experiments； was trying combinations at roulette。 But he was not to be found in any of the gilded chambers； among the crowd that pressed in silence about the tables； so that Bernard presently came and began to wander about the lamp…lit terrace； where innumerable groups； seated and strolling； made the place a gigantic conversazione。 It seemed to him very agreeable and amusing； and he remarked to himself that； for a man who was supposed not to take especially the Epicurean view of life； Gordon Wright； in coming to Baden； had certainly made himself comfortable。 Longueville went his way； glancing from one cluster of talkers to another； and at last he saw a face which brought him to a stop。 He stood a moment looking at it； he knew he had seen it before。 He had an excellent memory for faces； but it was some time before he was able to attach an identity to this one。 Where had he seen a little elderly lady with an expression of timorous vigilance； and a band of hair as softly white as a dove's wing？ The answer to the question presently came Where but in a grass…grown corner of an old Italian town？ The lady was the mother of his inconsequent model； so that this mysterious personage was probably herself not far off。 Before Longueville had time to verify this induction； he found his eyes resting upon the broad back of a gentleman seated close to the old lady； and who； turning away from her； was talking to a young girl。 It was nothing but the back of this gentleman that he saw； but nevertheless； with the instinct of true friendship； he recognized in this featureless expanse the robust personality of Gordon Wright。 In a moment he had stepped forward and laid his hand upon Wright's shoulder。
His friend looked round； and then sprang up with a joyous exclamation and grasp of the hand。
〃My dear fellowmy dear Bernard！ What on earthwhen did you arrive？〃
While Bernard answered and explained a little； he glanced from his friend's good； gratified face at the young girl with whom Wright had been talking； and then at the lady on the other side； who was giving him a bright little stare。 He raised his hat to her and to the young girl； and he became conscious； as regards the latter； of a certain disappointment。 She was very pretty； she was looking at him； but she was not the heroine of the little incident of the terrace at Siena。
〃It 's just like Longueville； you know；〃 Gordon Wright went on； 〃he always comes at you from behind； he 's so awfully fond of surprises。〃 He was laughing； he was greatly pleased； he introduced Bernard to the two ladies。 〃You must know Mrs。 Vivian； you must know Miss Blanche Evers。〃
Bernard took his place in the little circle； he wondered whether he ought to venture upon a special recognition of Mrs。 Vivian。 Then it seemed to him that he should leave the option of this step with the lady； especially as he had detected recognition in her eye。 But Mrs。 Vivian ventured upon nothing special； she contented herself with soft generalitieswith remarking that she always liked to know when people would arrive； that； for herself； she never enjoyed surprises。
〃And yet I imagine you have had your share；〃 said Longueville； with a smile。 He thought this might remind her of the moment when she came out of the little church at Siena and found her daughter posturing to an unknown painter。
But Mrs。 Vivian； turning her benignant head about； gave but a superficial reply。
〃Oh； I have had my share of everything； good and bad。 I don't complain of anything。〃 And she gave a little deprecating laugh。
Gordon Wright shook hands with Bernard again； he seemed really very glad to see him。 Longueville； remembering that
Gordon had written to him that he had been 〃making love；〃 began to seek in his countenance for the ravages of passion。 For the moment； however； they were not apparent； the excellent； honest fellow looked placid and contented。 Gordon Wright had a clear gray eye； short； straight； flaxen hair； and a healthy diffusion of color。 His features were thick and rather irregular； but his countenancein addition to the merit of its expression derived a certain grace from a powerful yellow moustache； to which its wearer occasionally gave a martial twist。 Gordo
