CONFIDENCE
"Why did you tell me he was so happy with her?" Angela asked, turning to Bernard, abruptly.
Bernard gazed at her a moment, with his eyebrows raised.
"I never saw any one ask such sudden questions!" he exclaimed.
"You can answer me at your leisure," she rejoined, turning away.
"It was because I adored you."
"You wouldn't say that at your leisure," said the girl.
Mrs. Vivian stood watching them.
"You, who are so happy together, you ought to think kindly of others who are less fortunate."
"That is very true, Mrs. Vivian; and I have never thought of any one so kindly as I have thought of Gordon for the last year."
Angela turned round again.
"Is Blanche so very bad, then?"
"You will see for yourself."
"Ah, no," said Mrs. Vivian, "she is not bad; she is only very light. I am so glad she is to be near us again. I think a great deal can be done by association. We must help her, Angela. I think we helped her before."
"It is also very true that she is light, Mrs. Vivian," Bernard observed, "and if you could make her a little heavier, I should be tremendously grateful."
Bernard's prospective mother-in-law looked at him critically.
"I don't know whether you are laughing at me—I always think you are. But I shall not give up Blanche for that. I never give up any one that I have once tried to help. Blanche will come back to me."
Mrs. Vivian had hardly spoken when the sharp little vibration of her door-bell was heard in the hall.
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