“Perfectly. I came here to say it. She means to leave me, and I mean to offer her every facility. She is dying to take a lover, and she has got an excellent one waiting for her. Bernard knows whom I mean; I don’t know whether you do. She was ready to take one three months after our marriage. It is really very good of her to have waited all this time; but I don’t think she can go more than a week or two longer. She is recommended a southern climate, and I am pretty sure that in the course of another ten days I may count upon their starting together for the shores of the Mediterranean. The shores of the Mediterranean, you know, are lovely, and I hope they will do her a world of good. As soon as they have left Paris I will let you know; and then you will of course admit that, virtually, I am free.” “I don’t understand you.” “I suppose you are aware,” said Gordon, “that we have the advantage of being natives of a country in which marriages may be legally dissolved.” Angela stared; then, softly-- “Are you speaking of a divorce?” “I believe that is what they call it,” Gordon answered, gazing back at her with his densely clouded blue eyes. “The lawyers do it for you; and if she goes away with Lovelock, nothing will be more simple than for me to have it arranged.” Angela stared, I say; and Bernard was staring, too. Then the latter, turning away, broke out into a tremendous, irrepressible laugh. Gordon looked at him a moment; then he said to Angela, with a deeper tremor in his voice-- “He was my dearest friend.” “I never felt more devoted to you than at this moment!” Bernard declared, smiling still. Gordon had fixed his sombre eyes upon the girl again. “Do you understand me now?” Angela looked back at him for some instants. “Yes,” she murmured at last. “And will you wait, and give me another chance?” “Yes,” she said, in the same tone. Bernard uttered a quick exclamation, but Angela checked him with a glance, and Gordon looked from one of them to the other. “Can I trust you?” Gordon asked. “I will make you happy,” said Angela. Bernard wondered what under the sun she meant; but he thought he might safely add-- “I will abide by her choice.” Gordon actually began to smile. “It won’t be long, I think; two or three weeks.” Angela made no answer to this; she fixed her eyes on the floor. “I shall see Blanche as often as possible,” she presently said. “By all means! The more you see her the better you will understand me.” “I understand you very well now. But you have shaken me very much, and you must leave me. I shall see you also--often.” Gordon took up his hat and stick; he saw that Bernard did not do the same. “And Bernard?” he exclaimed. “I shall ask him to leave Paris,” said Angela. “Will you go?” “I will do what Angela requests,” said Bernard. “You have heard what she requests; it ‘s for you to come now.” “Ah, you must at least allow me to take leave!” cried Bernard.