“Now what do you think of her face?” Gordon asked, after staring a while at the sky through the oak-boughs. “Of course, in future,” said Longueville, “whenever you make use of the personal pronoun feminine, I am to understand that Miss Vivian is indicated.” “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!” “I don’t know what her regular habits are. I have n’t paid much attention to her. She is very pretty.” “Wunderschon!” said Bernard. “But you were certainly talking to her last evening.” “Of course I talk to her sometimes. She is totally different from Angela Vivian--not nearly so cultivated; but she seems very charming.” “A little silly, eh?” Bernard suggested. “She certainly is not so wise as Miss Vivian.” “That would be too much to ask, eh? But the Vivians, as kind as they are wise, have taken her under their protection.” “Yes,” said Gordon, “they are to keep her another month or two. Her mother has gone to Marienbad, which I believe is thought a dull place for a young girl; so that, as they were coming here, they offered to bring her with them. Mrs. Evers is an old friend of Mrs. Vivian, who, on leaving Italy, had come up to Dresden to be with her. They spent a month there together; Mrs. Evers had been there since the winter. I think Mrs. Vivian really came to Baden-Baden--she would have preferred a less expensive place--to bring Blanche Evers. Her mother wanted her so much to come.”