“Perhaps not; but at least it was meant to be. I did n’t know how to please you then, and I am far from supposing that I have learned now. But I entreat you to give me a chance.”
She was silent a while; her eyes wandered over the great prospect of Paris.
“Do you know how you can please me now?” she said, at last. “By leaving me alone.”
Bernard looked at her a moment, then came straight back into the drawing-room and took his hat.
“You see I avail myself of the first chance. But I shall come back to-morrow.”
“I am greatly obliged to you for what you have said. Such a speech as that deserves to be listened to with consideration. You may come back to-morrow,” Angela added.
On the morrow, when he came back, she received him alone.
“How did you know, at Baden, that I did n’t like you?” he asked, as soon as she would allow him.
She smiled, very gently.
“You assured me yesterday that you did like me.”