“I will explain it, dear mamma,” said Angela. “It is very interesting. Mr. Wright has made a most fearful scene; the state of things between him and Blanche is dreadful.”
Mrs. Vivian opened her clear eyes.
“You really speak as if you liked it!”
“She does like it—she told Gordon so,” said Bernard. “I don’t know what she is up to! Gordon has taken leave of his wits; he wishes to put away his wife.”
“To put her away?”
“To repudiate her, as the historians say!”
“To repudiate little Blanche!” murmured Mrs. Vivian, as if she were struck with the incongruity of the operation.
“I mean to keep them together,” said Angela, with a firm decision.
Her mother looked at her with admiration.
“My dear daughter, I will assist you.”