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himself, "she is, at any rate, impartial—profoundly impartial."
It was not till the end of a week that Gordon Wright told him exactly how his business stood with Miss Vivian, and what he had reason to expect and hope—a week during which their relations had been of the happiest and most comfortable cast, and during which Bernard, rejoicing in their long walks and talks, in the charming weather, in the beauty and entertainment of the place, and in other things besides, had not ceased to congratulate himself on coming to Baden. Bernard, after the first day, had asked his friend no questions. He had a great respect for opportunity, coming either to others or to himself, and he left Gordon to turn his lantern as fitfully as might be upon the subject which was tacitly open between them, but of which as yet only the mere edges had emerged into light. Gordon, on his side, seemed content for the moment with having his clever friend under his hand; he reserved him for final appeal, or for some other mysterious use.
"You can't tell me you don't know her now," he said one evening, as the two young men strolled along the Lichtenthal Alley—"now that you have had a whole week's observation of her."
"What is a week's observation of a singularly clever and complicated woman?" Bernard asked.
"Ah, your week has been of some use. You have found out she is complicated!" Gordon rejoined.
"My dear Gordon," Longueville exclaimed, "I don't see what it signifies to you that I should find Miss Vivian out. When a man's in love, what need he care what other people think of the loved object?"
"It would certainly be a pity to care too much. But there is some excuse for him in the loved object being, as you say, complicated."
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