CONFIDENCE
matter; the people at the office correct it—or if they don't, you can put it off on them. I never see anything nowadays but Gordon's back," she went on, as they took their places at table—"his fine broad back, as he sits writing his letters. That's my principal view of my husband. I think that now we are in Paris I ought to have a portrait of it by one of the great artists. It would be such a characteristic pose. I have quite forgotten his face, and I don't think I should know it."
Gordon's face, however, presented itself just at this moment; he came in quickly, with his countenance flushed with the pleasure of meeting his old friend again. He had the sun-scorched look of a traveller who has just crossed the Atlantic, and he smiled at Bernard with his honest eyes.
"Don't think me a great brute for not being here to receive you," he said, as he clasped his hand. "I was writing an important letter, and I put it to myself in this way: 'If I interrupt my letter I shall have to come back and finish it; whereas if I finish it now, I can have all the rest of the day to spend with him.' So I saw it through, and now we can be inseparable."
"You may be sure Gordon reasoned it out," said Blanche, while her husband offered his hand in silence to Captain Lovelock.
"Gordon's reasoning is as fine as other people's feeling!" Bernard declared, who was conscious of a desire to say something very pleasant to Gordon, and who did not at all approve of Blanche's little ironical tone about her husband.
"And Bernard's compliments are better than either," said Gordon, laughing, and taking his seat at table.
"I have been paying him compliments," Blanche went on. "I have been telling him he looks so
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