CONFIDENCE
left them, reminding Bernard that he was to send for his luggage and remain, and promising to give immediate orders for the preparation of his apartment. Bernard opened the door for her to pass out; she gave him a charming nod as he stood there, and he turned back to Gordon with the reflexion of her smile in his face. Gordon was watching him; Gordon was dying to know what he thought of her. It was a curious mania of Gordon's, this wanting to know what one thought of the woman he loved; but Bernard just now felt abundantly able to humour it. He was so pleased at seeing him tightly married.
"She's a delightful creature," Bernard said, with cordial vagueness, shaking hands with his friend again.
Gordon glanced at him a moment, and then, colouring a little, looked straight out of the window; whereupon Bernard remembered that these were just the terms in which, at Baden, after his companion's absence, he had attempted to qualify Angela Vivian. Gordon was conscious—he was conscious of the oddity of his situation.
"Of course it surprised you," he said, in a moment, still looking out of the window.
"What, my dear fellow?"
"My marriage."
"Well, you know," said Bernard, "everything surprises me. I am of a very conjectural habit of mind. All sorts of ideas come into my head, and yet when the simplest things happen I am always rather startled. I live in a reverie, and I am perpetually waked up by people doing things."
Gordon transferred his eyes from the window to Bernard's face—to his whole person.
"You are waked up? But you fall asleep again!"
"I fall asleep very easily," said Bernard.
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