“What did you see?” and Angela turned toward him.
“That you were encouraging me—playing with me.”
“And you did n’t like that?”
“I liked it immensely—for myself! But did n’t like it for Gordon; and I must do myself the justice to say that I thought more of him than of myself.”
“You were an excellent friend,” said Angela, simply.
“I believe I was. And I am so still,” Bernard added.
She shook her head sadly.
“Poor Mr. Wright!”
“He is a dear good fellow,” said Bernard.
“Thoroughly good, and dear, doubtless to his wife, the affectionate Blanche.”