Gordon made no response to this; he only looked at her.

"I hope you are well, Miss Vivian," he broke out at last.

"Very well, thank you."

"Do you live in Paris?"

"We have pitched our tent here for the present."

"Do you like it?"

"I find it no worse than other places."

Gordon appeared to desire to talk with her; but he could think of
nothing to say. Talking with her was a pretext for looking at her;
and Bernard, who thought she had never been so handsome as at that
particular moment, smiling at her troubled ex-lover, could easily
conceive that his friend should desire to prolong this privilege.

"Have you been sitting here long?" Gordon asked, thinking of something
at last.

"Half an hour. We came out to walk, and my mother felt tired. It is time
we should turn homeward," Angela added.

"Yes, I am tired, my daughter. We must take a voiture, if Mr.
Longueville will be so good as to find us one," said Mrs. Vivian.