CONFIDENCE
"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, you see. When they are at home they live in New York. They know some of my people there. When they are in Europe they live about in different places. They are fond of Italy. They are extremely nice; it's impossible to be nicer. They are very fond of books, fond of music and art, and all that. They always read in the morning. They only come out rather late in the day."
"I see they are very superior people," said Bernard. "And little Miss Evers—what does she do in the morning? I know what she does in the evening!"
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