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Brookenham's attention "fancy a man with THAT odd piece on his hands! The beauty of it is that the two women seem never to have broken off. Blest if they don't still keep seeing each other!" The Duchess, as on everything else, passed succinctly on this. "Ah how can hatreds comfortably flourish without the nourishment of such regular 'seeing' as what you call here bosom friendship alone supplies?
Brookenham's admirable "corners" a society consisting of Lord Petherton and Mr. Mitchett, the latter of whom regarded Mrs. Donner across the room with articulate wonder and compassion. "It's all right, it's all right she's frightened only at herself!" The Duchess watched her as from a box at the play, comfortably shut in, as in the old operatic days at Naples, with a pair of entertainers.
"I told you everything at Mrs. Brookenham's. It comes over me now how I dropped on you."
We brushed against that truth just now in our glance at the denial of expansibility to any idea the mould of the "stage-play" may hope to express without cracking and bursting and we bear in mind at the same time that the picture of Nanda Brookenham's situation, though perhaps seeming to a careless eye so to wander and sprawl, yet presents itself on absolutely scenic lines, and that each of these scenes in itself, and each as related to each and to all of its companions, abides without a moment's deflexion by the principle of the stage-play.
Brookenham "since he wholly lives on him." "Lord Petherton on Mr. Mitchett?" The Duchess stared, but rather in amusement than in horror. "Why, hasn't he a property?" "The loveliest. Mr. Mitchett's his property. Didn't you KNOW?" There was an artless wail in Mrs. Brookenham's surprise.
"Oh I'm not for long!" the old man wearily said, turning the next moment to the door, at which one of the footmen had appeared. "Mrs. Brookenham's compliments, please sir," this messenger articulated, "and Miss Brookenham is now alone." "Thanks I'll come up." The servant withdrew, and the eyes of the two visitors again met for a minute, after which Mitchy looked about for his hat. "Good-bye.
The question had been launched with an argumentative sharpness that made it for a moment keep possession of the air, and during this moment, before a single member of the circle could rally, Mrs. Brookenham's effect was superseded by that of the reappearance of the butler. "I say, my dear, don't shriek!"
Vanderbank bristled with the wish to be put to the test, but was checked before he could say so. "And what's HIS place Brookenham's?" "Oh Rivers and Lakes an awfully good thing. He got it last year." Mr. Longdon but not too grossly wondered. "How did he get it?" Vanderbank laughed. "Well, SHE got it." His friend remained grave. "And about how much now ?"
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