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The book I just mentioned is one that, months ago -I remember now I lent your mother." "Oh a thing in a blue cover? I remember then too." Nanda's face cleared up. "I had forgotten it was lying about here, but I must have brought it in fact I remember I did for Tishy. And I wrote your name on it so that we might know " "That I hadn't lent it to either of you?
She immediately put down an old snuff-box. "Why it's the one sort of thing you don't know. You can't imagine," she said as she returned to him, "the effect it will produce on you. You must get really near it and see it all come out to feel all its beauty. You'll like it, Mitchy" and Nanda's gravity was wonderful "better than anything you HAVE known."
Nanda appeared for an instant to think how to express it. "Well, we're great friends." "And always talking about Granny?" "Oh no really almost never now." "He doesn't think so awfully much of her?" There was an oddity of eagerness in the question a hope, a kind of dash, for something that might have been in Nanda's interest. The girl met these things only with obliging gravity.
Then while the girl's face met his own with the clear confession of it: "Isn't she too splendid for anything?" he asked with immense enjoyment. "What do you suppose is her idea?" Nanda's eyes had now turned to Mr. Longdon, whom she fixed with her mild straightness; which led to Mitchy's carrying on and repeating the appeal. "Isn't Mrs. Brook charming? What do you suppose is her idea?"
Henry James decided, I suppose, that it was sufficiently implied in the action of his book and needed nothing more; Nanda's little world would be descried behind the scene without any further picturing.
And he's pleasanter than Mitchy." "You mean because he doesn't want to marry you?" It was as if she had not heard that Nanda continued: "Well, he's more beautiful." "O-oh!" cried Mrs. Brook, with a drawn-out extravagance of comment that amounted to an impugnment of her taste even by herself. It contributed to Nanda's quietness. "He's one of the most beautiful people in the world."
"I mean grant them to be even as good as they are. I myself, I must tell you, extremely like Nanda's appearance. I think Lady Julia's granddaughter has in her face, in spite of everything !" "What do you mean by everything?" Mr. Longdon broke in with such an approach to resentment that his host's gaiety overflowed. "You'll see when you do see. She has no features.
Oh yes, I do want it DONE. That," Nanda's patron simply explained, "is why I myself put on the screw." He spoke with the ring of impatience. "I want her got out." "'Out'?" "Out of her mother's house." Vanderbank laughed though more immediately he had coloured. "Why, her mother's house is just where I see her!" "Precisely; and if it only weren't we might get on faster."
So, as with Nanda, on HER side, there's no more absorbing interest than her dear friend Tishy, with whom she's at present staying and under whose roof she perpetually meets this victim of unjust aspersions !" "I see the whole thing from here, you imply?" Mr. Mitchett, under the influence of this rapid evocation, had already taken his line. "Well," he said bravely, "Nanda's not a fool."
His tone betrayed so special a meaning that the words had a sound of suddenness; yet there was always in Nanda's face that odd preparedness of the young person who has unlearned surprise through the habit, in company, of studiously not compromising her innocence by blinking at things said. "How CAN I?" she asked, but appearing rather to take up the proposal than to put it by.
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