CONFIDENCE
They stood there, and she looked over the gate at the geraniums. She did not ask him to come in; but, on the other hand, keeping the gate closed, she made no movement to leave him. The Casino was now quite out of sight, and the whole place was perfectly still. Suddenly, turning her eyes upon Bernard with a strange inconsequence—
"I haven't seen you here before," she observed.
He gave a joyous laugh.
"I suppose it's because I only arrived this morning. I think that if I had been here you would have noticed me."
"You arrived this morning?"
"Three or four hours ago. So, if the remark were not in questionable taste, I should say we had not lost time."
"You may say what you please," said Angela simply. "Where did you come from?"
Interrogation, now it had come, was most satisfactory, and Bernard was glad to believe that there was an element of the unexpected in his answer.
"From New York."
"You came straight from New York to this place?"
"I arrived at Havre only yesterday."
"And why did you come here?"
"It would be graceful of me to be able to answer—'Because I knew you were here.' But unfortunately I did not know it. It was a mere chance; or rather I feel like saying—it was an inspiration."
Angela looked at the geraniums again.
"It was very odd," she said. "We might have been in so many places but this one. And you might have come to so many places but this one."
"It is all the more singular, that one of the last persons I saw in America was your charming friend Blanche, who married Gordon Wright. She didn't tell me you were here."
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