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I am only mentioning the point that Gwendolen saw by the light of a prepared contrast in the first minutes of her meeting with Grandcourt: they were summed up in the words, "He is not ridiculous."
She was very, very kind to me, I can tell you; and Lord knows why, because I've nothing intellectual to offer anybody, and I certainly am not pretty!" Duane, very much amused, looked at his watch. "When does your train leave?" asked Grandcourt. "I've an hour yet." "Come up to my room and smoke. I've better whiskey than we dispense down here. I'm living at the club, you know.
Gwendolen in fact had been very anxious to have some definite knowledge of what would be done for her mother, but at no moment since her marriage had she been able to overcome the difficulty of mentioning the subject to Grandcourt. Now, however, she had a sense of obligation which would not let her rest without saying to him, "It is very good of you to provide for mamma.
Behind him he heard Rosalie's voice, caressing, tormenting by turns; and, glancing around for her victim, beheld Grandcourt at heel in calflike adoration. Kathleen's laughter swung him the other way. "Oh, Duane," she cried, the pink of excitement in her cheeks, "isn't it all too heavenly! It looks like Paradise afire with all those rosy clouds rolling under foot.
All of which questions must be taken up by your directors as soon as possible, because my children are fast getting out of hand fast getting away from me; and before I know it I shall have a young man and a young girl to account for and to account to, colonel " "I'll sift out the whole matter with Mr. Tappan; I'll speak to Mr. Grandcourt and Mr. Beekman to-night.
Presently Grandcourt sent a page to find out if the car had returned from the garage where Rosalie had sent it for a minor repair. The car was ready, it appeared; Rosalie retired to readjust her hair and veil; the two men standing glanced at one another: "I suppose you know," said Delancy, reddening with embarrassment, "that Mr. and Mrs. Dysart have separated."
"Is it absolutely necessary that Mrs. Grandcourt should marry again?" said Deronda, ready to add that Hans's success in constructing her fortunes hitherto had not been enough to warrant a new attempt. "You monster!" retorted Hans, "do you want her to wear weeds for you all her life burn herself in perpetual suttee while you are alive and merry?"
"How can I help it?" is not our favorite apology for incompetency. But Gwendolen felt some strength in saying "How can I help what other people have done? Things would not come right if I were to turn round now and declare that I would not marry Mr. Grandcourt." And such turning round was out of the question. The horses in the chariot she had mounted were going at full speed.
You know the object of it; you know the discredit which at present lies on your house and on Grandcourt, and you know what your duty is in the matter. If any boy here does not know what I mean, let him stand up." It was as much as the life of anybody present was worth to respond to this challenge.
Happily the appropriate nose of the family reappeared in his younger brother, and was to be seen in all its refined regularity in his nephew Mallinger Grandcourt. But in the nephew Daniel Deronda the family faces of various types, seen on the walls of the gallery; found no reflex.
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