CONFIDENCE
Gordon Wright looked for a moment at his companion.
"You will stay here, then? I am so glad of that."
"I was taking it for granted; but on reflexion what do you recommend?"
"I recommend you to stay."
"My dear fellow, your word is law," said Bernard.
"I want you to take care of those ladies," his friend went on. "I don't like to leave them alone."
"You are joking!" cried Bernard. "When did you ever hear of my 'taking care' of any one? It's as much as I can do to take care of myself."
"This is very easy," said Gordon. "I simply want to feel that they have a man about them."
"They will have a man at any rate—they have the devoted Lovelock."
"That's just why I want them to have another. He has only an eye to Miss Evers, who, by the way, is extremely bored with him. You look after the others. You have made yourself very agreeable to them, and they like you extremely."
"Ah," said Bernard, laughing, "if you are going to be coarse and flattering, I collapse. If you are going to titillate my vanity, I succumb."
"It won't be so disagreeable," Gordon observed, with an intention vaguely humorous.
"Oh no, it won't be disagreeable. I will go to Mrs. Vivian every morning, hat in hand, for my orders."
Gordon Wright, with his hands in his pockets and a meditative expression, took several turns about the room.
"It will be a capital chance," he said at last, stopping in front of his companion.
"A chance for what?"
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