“I ‘m sure I should n’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, is n’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. “He is certainly very handsome,” murmured Blanche Evers, glancing several times, with a very pretty aggressiveness, at Captain Lovelock. “I must say I like Mr. Gordon Wright. Why in the world did you come here without him?” she went on, addressing herself to Bernard. “You two are so awfully inseparable. I don’t think I ever saw you alone before.” “Oh, I have often seen Mr. Gordon Wright alone,” said Captain Lovelock--“that is, alone with Miss Vivian. That ‘s what the old lady likes; she can’t have too much of that.” The young girl, poised for an instant in one of her pretty attitudes, looked at him from head to foot. “Well, I call that scandalous! Do you mean that she wants to make a match?” “I mean that the young man has six thousand a year.” “It ‘s no matter what he has--six thousand a year is n’t much! And we don’t do things in that way in our country. We have n’t those horrid match-making arrangements that you have in your dreadful country. American mothers are not like English mothers.” “Oh, any one can see, of course,” said Captain Lovelock, “that Mr. Gordon Wright is dying of love for Miss Vivian.” “I can’t see it!” cried Blanche. “He dies easier than I, eh?” “I wish you would die!” said Blanche. “At any rate, Angela is not dying of love for Mr. Wright.” “Well, she will marry him all the same,” Lovelock declared. Blanche Evers glanced at Bernard. “Why don’t you contradict that?” she asked. “Why don’t you speak up for your friend?” “I am quite ready to speak for my friend,” said Bernard, “but I am not ready to speak for Miss Vivian.” “Well, I am,” Blanche declared. “She won’t marry him.”