“Why did n’t you tell me before?” said Bernard, with almost filial reproachfulness.
“How could I? I don’t go about the world offering my daughter to people—especially to indifferent people.”
“At Baden you did n’t think I was indifferent. You were afraid of my not being indifferent enough.”
Mrs. Vivian colored.
“Ah, at Baden I was a little too anxious!”
“Too anxious I should n’t speak to your daughter!” said Bernard, laughing.
“At Baden,” Mrs. Vivian went on, “I had views. But I have n’t any now—I have given them up.”
“That makes your acceptance of me very flattering!” Bernard exclaimed, laughing still more gaily.
“I have something better,” said Mrs. Vivian, laying her finger-tips on his arm. “I have confidence.”
Bernard did his best to encourage this gracious sentiment, and it seemed to him that there was something yet to be done to implant it more firmly in Angela’s breast.