CONFIDENCE
"And me, now?" Bernard asked. "She likes me least of all, and I, on my side, think she's so nice."
"Can't say I'm very sweet on her," said the Captain. "She strikes me as feline."
Blanche Evers gave a little cry of horror.
"Stop, sir, this instant! I won't have you talk that way about a lady who has been so kind to me."
"She isn't so kind to you. She would like to lock you up where I can never see you."
"I am sure I shouldn't mind that!" cried the young girl, with a little laugh and a toss of her head. "Mrs. Vivian has the most perfect character—that's why my mother wanted me to come with her. And if she promised my mother she would be careful, isn't she right to keep her promise? She's a great deal more careful than mamma ever was, and that's just what mamma wanted. She would never take the trouble herself. And then she was always scolding me. Mrs. Vivian never scolds me. She only watches me, but I don't mind that."
"I wish she would watch you a little less and scold you a little more," said Captain Lovelock.
"I have no doubt you wish a great many horrid things," his companion rejoined, with delightful asperity.
"Ah, unfortunately, I never have anything I wish!" sighed Lovelock.
"Your wishes must be comprehensive," said Bernard. "It seems to me you have a good deal."
The Englishman gave a shrug.
"It's less than you might think. She is watching us more furiously than ever," he added, in a moment, looking at Mrs. Vivian. "Mr. Gordon Wright is the only man she likes. She is awfully fond of Mr. Gordon Wright."
"Ah, Mrs. Vivian shows her wisdom!" said Bernard.
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