CONFIDENCE
"I say what I can, lieber Herr. It's not my fault if I'm not so clever as a French mamsell. One of the ladies is busy, the other is ill. There you have it."
"Not quite," said Bernard. "You must remember that there are three of them."
"Oh, the little one—the little one weeps."
"Miss Evers weeps!" exclaimed Bernard, to whom the vision of this young lady in tears had never presented itself.
"That happens to young ladies when they are unhappy," said the girl; and with an artless yet significant smile she carried a big red hand to the left side of a broad bosom.
"I am sorry she is unhappy; but which of the other ladies is ill?"
"The mother is very busy."
"And the daughter is ill?"
The young woman looked at him an instant, smiling again, and the light in her little blue eyes indicated confusion, but not perversity.
"No, the mamma is ill," she exclaimed, "and the daughter is very busy! They are preparing to leave Baden."
"To leave Baden? When do they go?"
"I don't quite know, lieber Herr; but very soon."
With this information Bernard turned away. He was rather surprised, but he reflected that Mrs. Vivian had not proposed to spend her life on the banks of the Oos, and that people were leaving Baden every day in the year. In the evening, at the Kursaal, he met Captain Lovelock, who was wandering about with an air of explosive sadness.
"Damn it, they're going—yes, they're going," said the Captain, after the two young men had exchanged a few allusions to current events. "Fancy
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