"I don't know what you call order! You can't be worse than you have been
to-night."

Angela was not listening to this; she turned away a little, looking
about at the empty garden.

"This is the third time to-day that you have contradicted yourself," he
said. Though he spoke softly he went nearer to her; but she appeared not
to hear him--she looked away.

"You ought to have been there, Mr. Longueville," Blanche went on. "We
have had a most lovely night; we sat all the evening on Mrs. Vivian's
balcony, eating ices. To sit on a balcony, eating ices--that 's my idea
of heaven."

"With an angel by your side," said Captain Lovelock.

"You are not my idea of an angel," retorted Blanche.

"I 'm afraid you 'll never learn what the angels are really like," said
the Captain. "That 's why Miss Evers got Mrs. Vivian to take rooms over
the baker's--so that she could have ices sent up several times a day.
Well, I 'm bound to say the baker's ices are not bad."

"Considering that they have been baked! But they affect the mind,"
Blanche went on. "They would have affected Captain Lovelock's--only he
has n't any. They certainly affected Angela's--putting it into her head,
at eleven o'clock, to come out to walk."