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mainly on her account."
"I came for myself," said Miss Vivian. "The consideration you speak of perhaps had weight with my mother."
"You are not an easy person to say appreciative things to," Bernard rejoined. "One is tempted to say them; but you don't take them."
The young girl colored as she listened to this observation.
"I don't think you know," she murmured, looking away. Then, "Set it down to modesty," she added.
"That, of course, is what I have done. To what else could one possibly attribute an indifference to compliments?"
"There is something else. One might be proud."
"There you are again!" Bernard exclaimed. "You won't even let me praise your modesty."
"I would rather you should rebuke my pride."
"That is so humble a speech that it leaves no room for rebuke."
For a moment Miss Vivian said nothing.
"Men are singularly base," she declared presently, with a little smile. "They don't care in the least to say things that might help a person. They only care to say things that may seem effective and agreeable."
"I see: you think that to say agreeable things is a great misdemeanor. "
"It comes from their vanity," Miss Vivian went on, as if she had not heard him. "They wish to appear agreeable and get credit for cleverness and tendresse, no matter how silly it would be for another person to believe them."
Bernard was a good deal amused, and a little nettled.
"Women, then," he said, "have rather a fondness for producing a bad impression--they like to appear disagreeable?"
His companion bent her eyes upon her fan for a moment as she opened and closed it.
"They are capable of resigning themselves to it--for a purpose."
Bernard was moved to extreme merriment.
"For what purpose?"
"I don't know that I mean for a purpose," said Miss Vivian; "but for a necessity."
"Ah, what an odious necessity!"
"Necessities usually are odious. But women meet them. Men evade them and shirk them."
"I contest your proposition. Women are themselves necessities; but they are not odious ones!" And Bernard added, in a moment, "One could n't evade them, if they were!"
"I object to being called a necessity," said Angela Vivian. "It diminishes one's merit."
"Ah, but it enhances the charm of life!"
"For men, doubtless!"
"The charm of life is very great," Bernard went on, looking up at the dusky hills and the summer stars, seen through a sort of mist of music and talk, and of powdery light projected from the softly lurid windows of the gaming-rooms. "The charm of life is extreme. I am unacquainted with odious necessities. I object to nothing!"
Angela Vivian looked about her as he had done--looked perhaps a moment longer at the summer stars; and if she had not already proved herself a young lady of a contradictory turn, it might have been supposed she was just then tacitly admitting the charm of life to be considerable.
"Do you suppose Miss Evers often resigns herself to being disagreeable-- for a purpose?" asked Longueville, who had glanced at Captain Lovelock's companion again.
"She can't be disagreeable; she is too gentle, too soft."
"Do you mean too silly?"
"I don't know that I call her silly. She is not very wise; but she has no pretensions--absolutely none--so that one is not struck with anything incongruous."
"What a terrible description! I suppose one ought to have a few pretensions."
"You see one comes off more easily without them," said Miss Vivian.
"Do you call that coming off easily?"
She looked at him a moment gravely.
"I am very fond of Blanche," she said.
"Captain Lovelock is rather fond of her," Bernard went on.
The girl assented.
"He is completely fascinated--he is very much in love with her."
"And do they mean to make an international match?"
"I hope not; my mother and I are greatly troubled."
"Is n't he a good fellow?"
"He is a good fellow; but he is a mere trifler. He has n't a penny, I believe, and he has very expensive habits. He gambles a great deal. We don't know what to do."
"You should
"I came for myself," said Miss Vivian. "The consideration you speak of perhaps had weight with my mother."
"You are not an easy person to say appreciative things to," Bernard rejoined. "One is tempted to say them; but you don't take them."
The young girl colored as she listened to this observation.
"I don't think you know," she murmured, looking away. Then, "Set it down to modesty," she added.
"That, of course, is what I have done. To what else could one possibly attribute an indifference to compliments?"
"There is something else. One might be proud."
"There you are again!" Bernard exclaimed. "You won't even let me praise your modesty."
"I would rather you should rebuke my pride."
"That is so humble a speech that it leaves no room for rebuke."
For a moment Miss Vivian said nothing.
"Men are singularly base," she declared presently, with a little smile. "They don't care in the least to say things that might help a person. They only care to say things that may seem effective and agreeable."
"I see: you think that to say agreeable things is a great misdemeanor. "
"It comes from their vanity," Miss Vivian went on, as if she had not heard him. "They wish to appear agreeable and get credit for cleverness and tendresse, no matter how silly it would be for another person to believe them."
Bernard was a good deal amused, and a little nettled.
"Women, then," he said, "have rather a fondness for producing a bad impression--they like to appear disagreeable?"
His companion bent her eyes upon her fan for a moment as she opened and closed it.
"They are capable of resigning themselves to it--for a purpose."
Bernard was moved to extreme merriment.
"For what purpose?"
"I don't know that I mean for a purpose," said Miss Vivian; "but for a necessity."
"Ah, what an odious necessity!"
"Necessities usually are odious. But women meet them. Men evade them and shirk them."
"I contest your proposition. Women are themselves necessities; but they are not odious ones!" And Bernard added, in a moment, "One could n't evade them, if they were!"
"I object to being called a necessity," said Angela Vivian. "It diminishes one's merit."
"Ah, but it enhances the charm of life!"
"For men, doubtless!"
"The charm of life is very great," Bernard went on, looking up at the dusky hills and the summer stars, seen through a sort of mist of music and talk, and of powdery light projected from the softly lurid windows of the gaming-rooms. "The charm of life is extreme. I am unacquainted with odious necessities. I object to nothing!"
Angela Vivian looked about her as he had done--looked perhaps a moment longer at the summer stars; and if she had not already proved herself a young lady of a contradictory turn, it might have been supposed she was just then tacitly admitting the charm of life to be considerable.
"Do you suppose Miss Evers often resigns herself to being disagreeable-- for a purpose?" asked Longueville, who had glanced at Captain Lovelock's companion again.
"She can't be disagreeable; she is too gentle, too soft."
"Do you mean too silly?"
"I don't know that I call her silly. She is not very wise; but she has no pretensions--absolutely none--so that one is not struck with anything incongruous."
"What a terrible description! I suppose one ought to have a few pretensions."
"You see one comes off more easily without them," said Miss Vivian.
"Do you call that coming off easily?"
She looked at him a moment gravely.
"I am very fond of Blanche," she said.
"Captain Lovelock is rather fond of her," Bernard went on.
The girl assented.
"He is completely fascinated--he is very much in love with her."
"And do they mean to make an international match?"
"I hope not; my mother and I are greatly troubled."
"Is n't he a good fellow?"
"He is a good fellow; but he is a mere trifler. He has n't a penny, I believe, and he has very expensive habits. He gambles a great deal. We don't know what to do."
"You should