“I thought you seemed pensive!” Bernard exclaimed. “It ‘s you, then, who feel differently.”
“What shall we say, then?” his companion asked, kindly.
Gordon stopped again; he stood there looking up at a certain particularly lustrous star which twinkled--the night was cloudy--in an open patch of sky, and the vague brightness shone down on his honest and serious visage.
“Oh, I ‘ll say that with you any day!” cried Bernard. “I can’t help you there.”
“You must help me;” and Gordon Wright deserted his star. “You must keep me in good humor.”
“Please to walk on, then. I don’t in the least pity you; she is very charming with you.”
“True enough; but insisting on that is not the way to keep me in good humor--when I feel as I do.”
“Puzzled to death--bewildered--depressed!”
This was but the beginning of Gordon Wright’s list; he went on to say that though he “thought as highly” of Miss Vivian as he had ever done, he felt less at his ease with her than in the first weeks of their acquaintance, and this condition made him uncomfortable and unhappy.
“I don’t know what ‘s the matter,” said poor Gordon. “I don’t know what has come between us. It is n’t her fault--I don’t make her responsible for it. I began to notice it about a fortnight ago--before you came; shortly after that talk I had with her that I have just described to you. Her manner has n’t changed and I have no reason to suppose that she likes me any the less; but she makes a strange impression on me--she makes me uneasy. It ‘s only her nature coming out, I suppose--what you might call her originality. She ‘s thoroughly original--she ‘s a kind of mysterious creature. I suppose that what I feel is a sort of fascination; but that is just what I don’t like. Hang it, I don’t want to be fascinated--I object to being fascinated!”
This little story had taken some time in the telling, so that the two young men had now reached their hotel.
“Ah, my dear Gordon,” said Bernard, “we speak a different language. If you don’t want to be fascinated, what is one to say to you? ‘Object to being fascinated!’ There ‘s a man easy to satisfy! Raffine, va!”
“Well, see here now,” said Gordon, stopping in the door-way of the inn; “when it comes to the point, do you like it yourself?”