d； and with that fortunate quality in his appearance which is known as distinction。
CHAPTER III
He had not specified； in writing to Gordon Wright； the day on which he should arrive at Baden…Baden； it must be confessed that he was not addicted to specifying days。 He came to his journey's end in the evening； and； on presenting himself at the hotel from which his friend had dated his letter； he learned that Gordon Wright had betaken himself after dinner； according to the custom of Baden…Baden； to the grounds of the Conversation…house。 It was eight o'clock； and Longueville； after removing the stains of travel； sat down to dine。 His first impulse had been to send for Gordon to come and keep him company at his repast； but on second thought he determined to make it as brief as possible。 Having brought it to a close； he took his way to the Kursaal。 The great German watering…place is one of the prettiest nooks in Europe； and of a summer evening in the gaming days； five…and…twenty years ago； it was one of the most brilliant scenes。 The lighted windows of the great temple of hazard （of as chaste an architecture as if it had been devoted to a much purer divinity） opened wide upon the gardens and groves； the little river that issues from the bosky mountains of the Black Forest flowed； with an air of brook…like innocence； past the expensive hotels and lodging…houses； the orchestra； in a high pavilion on the terrace of the Kursaal； played a discreet accompaniment to the conversation of the ladies and gentlemen who； scattered over the large expanse on a thousand little chairs； preferred for the time the beauties of nature to the shuffle of coin and the calculation of chance； while the faint summer stars；
twinkling above the vague black hills and woods； looked down at the indifferent groups without venturing to drop their light upon them。
Longueville； noting all this； went straight into the gaming…rooms； he was curious to see whether his friend； being fond of experiments； was trying combinations at roulette。 But he was not to be found in any of the gilded chambers； among the crowd that pressed in silence about the tables； so that Bernard presently came and began to wander about the lamp…lit terrace； where innumerable groups； seated and strolling； made the place a gigantic conversazione。 It seemed to him very agreeable and amusing； and he remarked to himself that； for a man who was supposed not to take especially the Epicurean view of life； Gordon Wright； in coming to Baden； had certainly made himself comfortable。 Longueville went his way； glancing from one cluster of talkers to another； and at last he saw a face which brought him to a stop。 He stood a moment looking at it； he knew he had seen it before。 He had an excellent memory for faces； but it was some time before he was able to attach an identity to this one。 Where had he seen a little elderly lady with an expression of timorous vigilance； and a band of hair as softly white as a dove's wing？ The answer to the question presently came Where but in a grass…grown corner of an old Italian town？ The lady was the mother of his inconsequent model； so that this mysterious personage was probably herself not far off。 Before Longueville had time to verify this induction； he found his eyes resting upon the broad back of a gentleman seated close to the old lady； and who； turning away from her； was talking to a young girl。 It was nothing but the back of this gentleman that he saw； but nevertheless； with the instinct of true friendship； he recognized in this featureless expanse the robust personality of Gordon Wright。 In a moment he had stepped forward and laid his hand upon Wright's shoulder。
His friend looked round； and then sprang up with a joyous exclamation and grasp of the hand。
〃My dear fellowmy dear Bernard！ What on earthwhen did you arrive？〃
While Bernard answered and explained a little； he glanced from his friend's good； gratified face at the young girl with whom Wright had been talking； and then at the lady on the other side； who was giving him a bright little stare。 He raised his hat to her and to the young girl； and he became conscious； as regards the latter； of a certain disappointment。 She was very pretty； she was looking at him； but she was not the heroine of the little incident of the terrace at Siena。
〃It 's just like Longueville； you know；〃 Gordon Wright went on； 〃he always comes at you from behind； he 's so awfully fond of surprises。〃 He was laughing； he was greatly pleased； he introduced Bernard to the two ladies。 〃You must know Mrs。 Vivian； you must know Miss Blanche Evers。〃
Bernard took his place in the little circle； he wondered whether he ought to venture upon a special recognition of Mrs。 Vivian。 Then it seemed to him that he should leave the option of this step with the lady； especially as he had detected recognition in her eye。 But Mrs。 Vivian ventured upon nothing special； she contented herself with soft generalitieswith remarking that she always liked to know when people would arrive； that； for herself； she never enjoyed surprises。
〃And yet I imagine you have had your share；〃 said Longueville； with a smile。 He thought this might remind her of the moment when she came out of the little church at Siena and found her daughter posturing to an unknown painter。
But Mrs。 Vivian； turning her benignant head about； gave but a superficial reply。
〃Oh； I have had my share of everything； good and bad。 I don't complain of anything。〃 And she gave a little deprecating laugh。
Gordon Wright shook hands with Bernard again； he seemed really very glad to see him。 Longueville； remembering that
Gordon had written to him that he had been 〃making love；〃 began to seek in his countenance for the ravages of passion。 For the moment； however； they were not apparent； the excellent； honest fellow looked placid and contented。 Gordon Wright had a clear gray eye； short； straight； flaxen hair； and a healthy diffusion of color。 His features were thick and rather irregular； but his countenancein addition to the merit of its expression derived a certain grace from a powerful yellow moustache； to which its wearer occasionally gave a martial twist。 Gordon Wright was not tall； but he was strong； and in his whole person there was something well…planted and sturdy。 He almost always dressed in light…colored garments； and he wore round his neck an eternal blue cravat。 When he was agitated he grew very red。 While he questioned Longueville about his journey and his health； his whereabouts and his intentions； the latter； among his own replies； endeavored to read in Wright's eyes some account of his present situation。 Was that pretty girl at his side the ambiguous object of his adoration； and； in that case； what was the function of the elder lady； and what had become of her argumentative daughter？ Perhaps this was another； a younger daughter； though； indeed； she bore no resemblance to either of Longueville's friends。 Gordon Wright； in spite of Bernard's interrogative glances； indulged in no optical confidences。 He had too much to tell。 He would keep his story till they should be alone together。 It was impossible that they should adjourn just yet to social solitude； the two ladies were under Gordon's protection。 Mrs。 VivianBernard felt a satisfaction in learning her name； it was as if a curtain； half pulled up and stopped by a hitch； had suddenly been raised altogetherMrs。 Vivian sat looking up and down the terrace at the crowd of loungers and talkers with an air of tender expectation。 She was probably looking for her elder daughter； and Longueville could not help wishing also that this young lady would arrive。 Meanwhile； he saw that the young girl to whom Gordon had been devoting himself was extremely pretty； and appeared eminently approachable。 Longueville had some talk with her； reflecting that if she were the person concerning whom Gordon had written him； it behooved him to appear to take an interest in her。 This view of the case was confirmed by Gordon Wright's presently turning away to talk with Mrs。 Vivian； so that his friend might be at liberty to make acquaintance with their companion。
Though she had not been with the others at Siena； it seemed to Longueville； with regard to her； too； that this was not the first time he had seen her。 She was simply the American pretty girl； whom he had seen a thousand times。 It was a numerous sisterhood； pervaded by a strong family likeness。 This young lady had charming eyes （of the color of Gordon's cravats）； which looked everywhere at once and yet found time to linger in some places； where Longueville's own eyes frequently met them。 She had soft brown hair； with a silky…golden thread in it； beautifully arranged and crowned by a smart little hat that savoured of Paris。 She had also a slender little figure； neatly rounded； and delicate； narrow hands； prettily gloved。 She moved about a great deal in her place； twisted her little flexible body and tossed her head； fingered her hair and examined the ornaments of her dress。 She had a great deal of conversation； Longueville speedily learned； and she expressed herself with extreme frankness and decision。 He asked her； to begin with； if she had been long at Baden； but the impetus of this question was all she required。 Turning her charming； conscious； coquettish little face upon him； she instantly began to chatter。
〃I have been here about four weeks。 I don't know whether you call that long。 It does n't seem long to me； I have had such a lovely time。 I have met ever so many people here I knowevery day some one turns up。 Now you have turned up to…day。〃
〃Ah； but you don't know me；〃 said Longueville； laughing。
〃Well； I have heard a great deal about you！〃 cried the young girl； with a pretty little stare of contradiction。 〃I think you know a great friend of mine； Miss Ella Maclane； of Baltimore。 She 's travelling in Europe now。〃 Longueville's memory did not instantly respond to this signal； but he expressed that rapturous assent which the occasion demanded； and even risked the observation that the young lady from Baltimore was very pretty。 〃She 's far too lovely；〃 his companion went on。 〃I have often heard her speak of you。 I think you know her sister rather better than