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Nothing could have been droller than the gloom of her surprise. "Yours too?" "I didn't tell you the other day out of delicacy." Mrs. Brookenham darkly thought. "HE didn't tell me either." "The same consideration deterred him.
They might have been a habit proceeding from the fear of undue impatience. If the Duchess had been as impatient with Mrs. Brookenham as she would possibly have seemed without them her frequent visits in the face of irritation would have had to be accounted for. "What do YOU call her?" she demanded. "Why Nanda's best friend if not her only one. That's the place I SHOULD have liked for Aggie," Mrs.
Cashmore, hilarious and turning the leaves. Mr. Longdon had by this time ceremoniously approached Tishy. "Good-night." "I think you had better wait," Mrs. Brook said, "till I see if he has gone;" and on the arrival the next moment of the servants with the tea she was able to put her question. "Is Mr. Cashmore still with Miss Brookenham?" "No, ma'am," the footman replied. "I let Mr.
Then she grew easy to extravagance. "What are you giving her?" But Mrs. Brookenham took without wincing whatever, as between a masterful relative and an exposed frivolity, might have been the sting of it. "That you must ask Edward. I haven't the least idea." "There you are again the virtuous English mother! I've got Aggie's little fortune in an old stocking and I count it over every night.
"Who's to be at Brander?" she asked. "I haven't the least idea he didn't tell me. But they've always a lot of people." "Oh I know extraordinary mixtures. Has he been there before?" Mrs. Brookenham thought. "Oh yes if I remember more than once.
As to reward him for an indulgence that she must much more have divined than overheard the visitor approached him with her sweet bravery of alarm. "I go on Thursday to my sister's, where I shall find Nanda Brookenham. Can I take her any message from you?" Mr. Mitchett showed a rosiness that might positively have been reflected. "Why should you dream of her expecting one?"
Brookenham was deeply affected. "Nanda does turn purple ?" "The loveliest shade you ever saw. It's too absurd that you haven't noticed." It was characteristic of Mrs. Brookenham's amiability that, with her sudden sense of the importance of this new light, she should be quite ready to abase herself. "There are so many things in one's life. One follows false scents.
"Shall I find him here too then?" "Oh take the chance." The two women, on this, exchanged, tacitly and across the room the Duchess at the door, which a servant had arrived to open for her, and Mrs. Brookenham still at her tea-table a further stroke of intercourse, over which the latter was not on this occasion the first to lower her lids.
You've known ever since we came to England what I feel about the proper persons and the most improper for her to meet. The Tishy Grendons are not a bit the proper." Mrs. Brookenham continued to assist a little in the preparations for tea.
"The other is that very naturally she's in love." "With whom under the sun?" Mrs. Brookenham had, with her startled stare, met his eyes long enough to have taken something from him before he next spoke. "You really have never suspected? With whom conceivably but old Van?" "Nanda's in love with old Van?" the degree to which she had never suspected was scarce to be expressed.
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