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Yes, you may all cry 'Oho! but I defy you to name me say five, or at most seven, in which some awful thing or other hasn't happened. Of course ours is one, and Tishy's is one, and Van's is one, and Mr. Longdon's is one, and that makes you, bang off, four. So there you are!" Harold gaily wound up. "I see now why he's the rage!" Vanderbank observed to Nanda. But Mrs.
Longdon's and quite without their saying anything; just from the sort of type and manner they had struck me as a kind of chorus of praise. The same with Mitchy's at Mertle, I remember," Van rambled on. "Mitchy's the sort of chap who might have awful ones, but I recollect telling him that one quite felt as if it were with THEM one had come to stay. Good note, good note," he cheerfully repeated.
Longdon's face, still white, but with a smile that was not all pain, seemed to supplicate him not to notice; and he was not a man to require more than this to achieve a divination as deep as it was rapid. "Why we've all been scattered for Easter, haven't we?" he asked of Nanda. "Mr.
"Ah but what do we keep from Mitchy?" Mrs. Brook asked. "What CAN you keep? It comes to the same thing," Mitchy said. "Besides, here we are together, share and share alike one beautiful intelligence. Mr. Longdon's 'somebody' is of course Van. Don't try to treat me as an outsider." Vanderbank looked a little foolishly, though it was but the shade of a shade, from one of them to the other.
Still," he added good-humouredly and as to minimise if not the cause at least the consequence, "I think I agree with Nanda that it's no worse than anything else." Mrs. Brook had recovered the volume from Mr. Longdon's relaxed hand and now, without another glance at it, held it behind her with an unusual air of firmness. "Oh how can you say that, my dear man, of anything so revolting?"
His companion, again a little bewildered, watched him; then with impatience: "Do, please, tell me what has happened." He quickly pulled himself round. "Well, he was, after a long absence, here a while since as if expressly to see her. But after spending half an hour he went away without it." Mr. Longdon's watch continued. "He spent the half-hour with her mother instead?"
Longdon's expense to expose everything and criticise. Father and mother, in Scotland, are on a grand campaign. Well" she pulled herself up "I'm not in THAT at any rate. Say you've lent Harold only five shillings," she went on. Vanderbank stood smiling. "Well, say I have. I never lend any one whatever more." "It only adds to my conviction," Nanda explained, "that he writes to Mr. Longdon."
I think I had an instinct of how you would have taken THAT. It was about mother." "Oh!" said her visitor. "He has been worse to her than to you," she continued. "But he'll make it all right." Mr. Longdon's attention retained its grimness. "If he has such a remedy for the more then, what has he for the less?" Nanda, however, was but for an instant checked.
But that won't prevent what I think of it. Nothing for a long time has given me such joy." Shining and sincere, he had held for a minute Mr. Longdon's eyes. "Then you do care for her?" "Immensely. Never, I think, so much as now. That sounds of a grossness, doesn't it?" the young man laughed. "But your announcement really lights up the mind."
Vanderbank felt ever so much more guilty than he would have expected. "You think it too much in the manner we just mentioned?" His friend hesitated; then with a smile a trifle strange: "Pardon me; I didn't mention " "No, you didn't; and your scruple was magnificent. In point of fact," Vanderbank pursued, "I DON'T call Mrs. Brookenham by her Christian name." Mr. Longdon's clear eyes were searching.
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