Gerard was silent all but his eyes; observing which—
“Now, speak not to me,” said Margaret languidly; “let me listen to the fountain: what are you a competitor for?”
He told her.
“Very well! You will gain one prize, at least.”
“Which? which? have you seen any of my work?”
“I? no. But you will gain a prize.
“I hope so; but what makes you think so?”
“Because you were so good to my father.”
Gerard smiled at the feminine logic, and hung his head at the sweet praise, and was silent.
“Speak not,” murmured Margaret. “They say this is a world of sin and misery. Can that be? What is your opinion?”