"You have seen it with your own eyes. You know all about it, and I need n't tell you."
"My dear Mr. Wright," said Angela, pleadingly, turning round, "in Heaven's name, don't say that!"
"Why should n't I say it? I came here on purpose to say it.
I came here with an intention--with a plan. You know what Blanche is--you need n't pretend, for kindness to me, that you don't. You know what a precious, what an inestimable wife she must make me--how devoted, how sympathetic she must be, and what a household blessing at every hour of the day. Bernard can tell you all about us--he has seen us in the sanctity of our home."
Gordon gave a bitter laugh and went on, with the same strange, serious air of explaining his plan. "She despises me, she hates me, she cares no more for me than for the button on her glove--by which I mean that she does n't care a hundredth part as much.
You may say that it serves me right, and that I have got what I deserve. I married her because she was silly.
I wanted a silly wife; I had an idea you were too wise.
Oh, yes, that 's what I thought of you! Blanche knew why I picked her out, and undertook to supply the article required.
Heaven forgive her! She has certainly kept her engagement.
But you can imagine how it must have made her like me--knowing why I picked her out! She has disappointed me all the same. I thought she had a heart; but that was a mistake.
It does n't matter, though, because everything is over between us."
"What do you mean, everything is over?" Bernard demanded.
"Everything will be over in a few weeks. Then I can speak to Miss Vivian seriously."
"Ah! I am glad to hear this is not serious," said Bernard.
"Miss Vivian, wait a few weeks," Gordon went on. "Give me another chance then. Then it will be perfectly right; I shall be free."
"You speak as if you were going to put an end to your wife!"
"She is rapidly putting an end to herself. She means to leave me."
"Poor, unhappy man, do you know what you are saying?"
Angela murmured.
"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 ****** 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.
Gordon went to the door, and when he had opened it he stood for a while, holding it and looking at his companions. Then--"I assure you she won't be long!" he said to Angela, and rapidly passed out.
The others stood silent till they heard the outer door of the apartment close behind him.
"And now please to elucidate!" said Bernard, folding his arms.
Angela gave no answer for some moments; then she turned upon him a smile which appeared incongruous, but which her words presently helped to explain.
"He is intensely in love with his wife!"
