“Poor little Blanche!” murmured Mrs. Vivian, sweetly.
“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 would n’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 of Gordon for the last year.”