'Wait till she looks at you and speaks—wait till she smiles,' said Gordon.
'I don't think I saw her smile—at least, not at me, directly. I hope she will!' Longueville went on. 'But who is she—this beautiful girl with the beautiful name?'
'She is her mother's daughter,' said Gordon Wright. 'I don't really know a great deal more about her than that.'
'And who is her mother?'
'A delightful little woman, devoted to Miss Vivian. She is a widow, and Angela is her only child. They have lived a great deal in Europe; they have but a modest income. Over here, Mrs. Vivian says, they can get a lot of things for their money that they can't get at home. So they stay, you see. When they are at home they live in New York. They know some of my people there. When they are in Europe they live about in different places. They are fond of Italy. They are extremely nice; it 's impossible to be nicer. They are very fond of books, fond of music, and art, and all that. They always read in the morning. They only come out rather late in the day.'
'I see they are very superior people,' said Bernard. 'And little Miss Evers—what does she do in the morning? I know what she does in the evening!'
'I don't know what her regular habits are. I have n't paid much attention to her. She is very pretty.'
'Wunderschon!' said Bernard. 'But you were certainly talking to her last evening.'
'Of course I talk to her sometimes. She is totally different from Angela Vivian—not nearly so cultivated; but she seems very charming.'
'A little silly, eh?' Bernard suggested.
'She certainly is not so wise as Miss Vivian.'
'That would be too much to ask, eh? But the Vivians, as kind as they are wise, have taken her under their protection.'
'Yes,' said Gordon, 'they are to keep her another month or two. Her mother has gone to Marienbad, which I believe is thought a dull place for a young girl; so that, as they were coming here, they offered to bring her with them. Mrs. Evers is an old friend of Mrs. Vivian, who, on leaving Italy, had come up to Dresden to be with her. They spent a month there together; Mrs. Evers had been there since the winter. I think Mrs. Vivian really came to Baden-Baden—she would have preferred a less expensive place—to bring Blanche Evers. Her mother wanted her so much to come.'
'And was it for her sake that Captain Lovelock came, too?' Bernard asked.
Gordon Wright stared a moment.
'I 'm sure I don't know!'
'Of course you can't be interested in that,' said Bernard smiling. 'Who is Captain Lovelock?'
'He is an Englishman. I believe he is what 's called aristocratically connected—the younger brother of a lord, or something of that sort.'
'Is he a clever man?'
'I have n't talked with him much, but I doubt it. He is rather rakish; he plays a great deal.'
'But is that considered here a proof of rakishness?' asked Bernard. 'Have n't you played a little yourself?'
Gordon hesitated a moment.
'Yes, I have played a little. I wanted to try some experiments. I had made some arithmetical calculations of probabilities, which I wished to test.'
Bernard gave a long laugh.
'I am delighted with the reasons you give for amusing yourself! Arithmetical calculations!'
'I assure you they are the real reasons!' said Gordon, blushing a little.
'That 's just the beauty of it. You were not afraid of being 'drawn in,' as little Miss Evers says?'
'I am never drawn in, whatever the thing may be. I go in, or I stay out; but I am not drawn,' said Gordon Wright.
'You were not drawn into coming with Mrs. Vivian and her daughter from Dresden to this place?'
'I did n't come with them; I came a week later.'
'My dear fellow,' said Bernard, 'that distinction is unworthy of your habitual candor.'
'Well, I was not fascinated; I was not overmastered. I wanted to come to Baden.'
'I have no doubt you did. Had you become very intimate with your friends in Dresden?'
'I had only seen them three times.'
'After which you followed them to this place? Ah, don't say you were not fascinated!' cried Bernard, laughing and springing to his feet.
CHAPTER VI
That evening, in the gardens of the Kursaal, he renewed acquaintance with Angela Vivian. Her mother came, as usual, to sit and listen to the music, accompanied by Blanche Evers, who was in turn attended by Captain Lovelock. This little party found privacy in the crowd; they seated themselves in a quiet corner in an angle of one of the barriers of the terrace, while the movement of the brilliant Baden world went on around them. Gordon Wright engaged in conversation with Mrs. Vivian, while Bernard enjoyed an interview with her daughter. This young lady continued to ignore the fact of their previous meeting, and our hero said to himself that all he wished was to know what she preferred—he would rigidly conform to it. He conformed to her present programme; he had ventured to pronounce the word Siena the evening before, but he was careful not to pronounce it again. She had her reasons for her own reserve; he wondered what they were, and it gave him a certain pleasure to wonder. He enjoyed the
