Bernard gave an irate laugh.
“My dear girl, you are ridiculous! Your promising it was almost as childish as his asking it.”
“To play with a child you must be childish. Just see the effect of this abominable passion of love, which you have been crying up to me so! By its operation Gordon Wright, the most sensible man of our acquaintance, is reduced to the level of infancy! If you will only go away, I will manage him.”
“You certainly manage me! Pray, where shall I go?”
“Wherever you choose. I will write to you every day.”
“That will be an inducement,” said Bernard. “You know I have never received a letter from you.”
“I write the most delightful ones!” Angela exclaimed; and she succeeded in making him promise to start that night for London.
She had just done so when Mrs. Vivian presented herself, and the good lady was not a little astonished at being informed of his intention.
“You surely are not going to give up my daughter to oblige Mr. Wright?” she observed.
“Upon my word, I feel as if I were!” said Bernard.