She spoke with such a serious, tender grace, that Gordon seemed stirred to his depths again.
“Ah, give me another chance!” he moaned.
The poor girl could not help her tone, and it was in the same tone that she continued—
“If you think so well of me, try and be reasonable.”
Gordon looked at her, slowly shaking his head.
“Reasonable—reasonable? Yes, you have a right to say that, for you are full of reason. But so am I. What I ask is within reasonable limits.”
“Granting your happiness were lost,” said Bernard—“I say that only for the argument—is that a ground for your wishing to deprive me of mine?”
“It is not yours—it is mine, that you have taken! You put me off my guard, and then you took it! Yours is elsewhere, and you are welcome to it!”
“Ah,” murmured Bernard, giving him a long look and turning away, “it is well for you that I am willing still to regard you as my best friend!”
Gordon went on, more passionately, to Angela.