“Nonsense! That ‘s no excuse. The loved object is always complicated.”
Gordon walked on in silence a moment.
“Well, then, I don’t care a button what you think!”
“Bravo! That ‘s the way a man should talk,” cried Longueville.
Gordon indulged in another fit of meditation, and then he said—
“Now that leaves you at liberty to say what you please.”
“Ah, my dear fellow, you are ridiculous!” said Bernard.
“That ‘s precisely what I want you to say. You always think me too reasonable.”
“Well, I go back to my first assertion. I don’t know Miss Vivian—I mean I don’t know her to have opinions about her. I don’t suppose you wish me to string you off a dozen mere banalites—‘She ‘s a charming girl—evidently a superior person—has a great deal of style.’”
“Oh no,” said Gordon; “I know all that. But, at any rate,” he added, “you like her, eh?”