indicated."

"Her name is Angela," said Gordon; "but of course I can scarcely call
her that."

"It 's a beautiful name," Longueville rejoined; "but I may say, in
answer to your question, that I am not struck with the fact that her
face corresponds to it."

"You don't think her face beautiful, then?"

"I don't think it angelic. But how can I tell? I have only had a glimpse
of her."

"Wait till she looks at you and speaks--wait till she smiles," said
Gordon.

"I don't think I saw her smile--at least, not at me, directly. I hope
she will!" Longueville went on. "But who is she--this beautiful girl
with the beautiful name?"

"She is her mother's daughter," said Gordon Wright. "I don't really know
a great deal more about her than that."

"And who is her mother?"

"A delightful little woman, devoted to Miss Vivian. She is a widow, and
Angela is her only child. They have lived a great deal in Europe; they
have but a modest income. Over here, Mrs. Vivian says, they can get a
lot of things for their money that they can't get at home. So they stay,