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"For another young woman very much of her age, and whose relation to her has always been so different from what our marrying would make it. For another companion," said Charlotte Stant. "Can't a man be, all his life then," he almost fiercely asked, "anything but a father?" But he went on before she could answer.
"She'll be quite overjoyed," the Prince went on. "Has Miss Stant now gone to her?" "She has gone back to her hotel, to bring her things here. I can't have her," said Mrs. Assingham, "alone at an hotel." "No; I see." "If she's here at all she must stay with me." He quite took it in. "So she's coming now?" "I expect her at any moment. If you wait you'll see her."
He had never, perhaps, analysed his feelings about it all. He had certainly never thought himself an exceptional person ... but always in his heart there had been that belief that, one day, he would write an exceptional book. He was very young, not yet thirty, but he had had his chance. It seemed to him, in these weeks following the death of "Mortimer Stant," that his career was already over.
"Mortimer Stant" was to represent a wonderful duel between the two camps the Artists and the Philistines with ultimate victory, of course, for the Artists. It was to be.... Well what was it to be? At present the stolid Mortimer was hidden behind a phalanx of people Clare, young Stephen, Cards, Bobby, Mrs.
Jocelyn put out a hand and gently stroked the bright curls. "How could anybody be so cruel!" "I would n't have cared much, if Maude had loved Phebe; but she did n't. She'd swing her round by one leg, and pull her hair when she got mad, or anything. It seemed as if I could n't stant it!" "Bless you! I don't see how you could!" sympathized her listener. "Why, I had to!" replied Polly simply.
I've at all events been thinking whether you'd take this particular person but as a worry the more. Whether, that is, you'd go so far with her in your notion of having to be kind." He gave at this the quickest shake to his foot. How far would she go in HER notion of it. "Well," his daughter returned, "you know how far, in a general way, Charlotte Stant goes." "Charlotte? Is SHE coming?"
They would accordingly hadn't they better? go for a little; Maggie meanwhile making the too-absurdly artful point with her father, so that he repeated it, in his amusement, to Charlotte Stant, to whom he was by this time conscious of addressing many remarks, that it was absolutely, when she came to think, the first thing Amerigo had ever asked of her.
They would accordingly hadn't they better? go for a little; Maggie meanwhile making the too-absurdly artful point with her father, so that he repeated it, in his amusement, to Charlotte Stant, to whom he was by this time conscious of addressing many remarks, that it was absolutely, when she came to think, the first thing Amerigo had ever asked of her.
Whether it worked for Mrs. Assingham or not, the Prince was himself, at this, more than ever reassured. He was SAFE, in a word that was what it all meant; and he had required to be safe. He was really safe enough for almost any joke. "It's only," he explained to their hostess, "because of what Miss Stant has been telling me. Don't we want to keep up her courage?"
He thought of these things, he thought of every thing; but he had always his resource at hand of turning all to the easy. "Has she come with designs upon me?" And then in a moment, as if even this were almost too grave, he sounded the note that had least to do with himself. "Est-elle toujours aussi belle?" That was the furthest point, somehow, to which Charlotte Stant could be relegated. Mrs.
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