“And even that did n’t make you like her?”
“Confound it, you make me blush!” cried Bernard, blushing a little in fact. “I have said quite enough; excuse me from drawing the portrait of too insensible a man. It was my point of view; I kept thinking of you.”
Gordon, with his hand still on his friend’s arm, patted it an instant in response to this declaration; then he turned away.
“I am much obliged to you. That ‘s my notion of friendship. You have spoken out like a man.”
“Like a man, yes. Remember that. Not in the least like an oracle.”
“I prefer an honest man to all the oracles,” said Gordon.
“An honest man has his impressions! I have given you mine—they pretend to be nothing more. I hope they have n’t offended you.”
“Not in the least.”
“Nor distressed, nor depressed, nor in any way discomposed you?”
“For what do you take me? I asked you a favor—a service; I imposed it on you. You have done the thing, and my part is simple gratitude.”