“I am sorry to let you know the small effect of your words!”
Bernard folded his hands together—almost devoutly—and stood gazing at her with a long, inarticulate murmur of satisfaction.
“Ah! then, I did n’t injure you—I did n’t deprive you of a chance?”
“Oh, sir, the intention on your part was the same!” Angela exclaimed.
“Then all my uneasiness, all my remorse, were wasted?” he went on.
But she kept the same tone, and its tender archness only gave a greater sweetness to his sense of relief.
“It was a very small penance for you to pay.”
“You dismissed him definitely, and that was why he vanished?” asked Bernard, wondering still.
“He gave me another ‘chance,’ as you elegantly express it, and I declined to take advantage of it.”
“Ah, well, now,” cried Bernard, “I am sorry for him!”