And that 's your present situation ?" asked Bernard.
Gordon hesitated a moment.
"More or less, but not exactly." "Miss Vivian feels differently ?" said Bernard.
"Not that I know of." Gordon's companion, with a laugh, clapped him on the shoulder again.
"Admirable youth, you are a capital match!" "Are you alluding to my money ?" "To your money and to your modesty.

There is as much of one as of the other--which is saying a great deal." "Well," said Gordon, "in spite of that enviable combination, I am not happy." "I thought you seemed pensive!" Bernard exclaimed.

"It 's you, then, who feel differently." Gordon gave a sigh.
"To say that is to say too much." "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.
"I don't understand her," he said.
"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.